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The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Please sit down, Miss —dear me, I haven’t asked you your name yet. Arrived at Paddington, he struck across Marylebone Fields,—for as yet the New Road was undreamed of,—and never moderated his speed until he reached the city. I suppose it depends on her own state of mind. This obstacle removed, he thought he might now make the attempt. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. He scratched his upper lip reflectively. Lucy changed into her Goodwill jeans and sweatshirt, plastering her hair down with an elastic band and securing it under a tight hood. Mrs.
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