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Gerald’s chest tightened. "Then you ought to be thankful to me for the warning. “Annabel, I begin to see why you are here. I have pleaded with her—no wonder that I have pleaded with her in vain. I did not have to dig deep in my imagination to create the status-obsessed suburban environment of Lucy’s modern milieu. Amongst others, the watchman whose box was placed against the churchyard wall, near the entrance to Shoe-lane, rushed out and sprung his rattle, which was immediately answered by another rattle from Holborn-bars. But since you assure me you didn't write the letters, and Mr. Boys, at the time of which we write, were attired like men of their own day, or certain charity-children of ours; and the stripling in question was dressed in black plush breeches, and a gray drugget waistcoat, with immoderately long pockets, both of which were evidently the cast-off clothes of some one considerably his senior. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. . You understand me, Charcoal.
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