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’ You mean you hope you do, thought Gerald cynically. The hansom drove off. Shotbolt?" asked Austin. He was not Meysey Hill, but an Englishman of business, and he had only a small income. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. ” He went to the window and fidgeted with the blind, looking out to where the tree-tops of Regent’s Park showed distantly over the houses. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You have papers of identity, for the Mother Abbess told me so. 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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