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The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. "Are you his ghost, then?" "No—no," answered Jack. As a matter of fact Mr. ‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. The next moment he was by her side. " "This is folly," cried Jack, controlling himself by a powerful effort.
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