’ ‘Oh, don’t you?’ Gerald said grimly. The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford. ’ ‘It’s no use blaming me, Gerald,’ uttered Roding, shrugging helplessly as his senior turned questioning eyes on him. Ann Veronica jumped up to get her the cardtable. But I swear she ain’t told me nothing more, sir.
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