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At length Jack Sheppard observed:—"The coast's clear. , you know, fair and square. ’ Gerald moved to the long sofa, dusted it with elaborate care with one of its cushions, and with a gesture invited her to sit down. “Why not? They tell me that London is impossible till after ten, and I want my first impressions to be favourable. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. They took their places at a distant table. "Because it's not like you," was her answer. “Grail!” said Ann Veronica, and then: “Oh, yes—of course! Anything but a holy one, I’m afraid.
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