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That was the wonder of these stories; one lived in them. “I remember when you walked me home. ’ ‘Are we to infer that he had a choice?’ enquired Gerald. “Some of them seem to be having an awfully good time too. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. ‘Indeed?’ Gerald grinned. She jumped up at once, caught up a leather clutch containing notebooks, a fat textbook, and a chocolate-and-yellow-covered pamphlet, and leaped neatly from the carriage, only to discover that the train was slowing down and that she had to traverse the full length of the platform past it again as the result of her precipitation. Remarking that they struck off at a turning on the left, he took the same road, and soon found himself on Paddington-Green. “I want to show you something.
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