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Fortescue’s steps, and encountered him with an air of artless surprise. ‘Keep still, for God’s sake! Hilary will send him off all right and tight, never fear. She was always initiating petty breaches of discipline. The eggs were all right, but nobody in this part of the world had the least conception of what the coffee bean was for. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII.
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