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“Look at our clothes,” she exclaimed, “and besides, the funny little proprietor has gone down himself to help it along. But the cases were not identical. The solemn strokes were immediately answered by a multitude of chimes, sounding across the Thames, amongst which the deep note of Saint Paul's was plainly distinguishable. I shall charge you five per cent. ‘Gérard!’ ‘Yes, it’s I,’ he said, and grinned. She would wake in the night to repeat her bitter cry: “Oh, why did I burn those notes?” It added greatly to the annoyance of the situation that she had twice seen Ramage in the Avenue since her return to the shelter of her father’s roof.
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