Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. The procession now wound its way, without further interruption, along Holborn. ’ ‘What?’ uttered Gerald, startled. " The manager extended his hands at large, as if to deny any responsibility in the affair. Had to give up the work and take to this. She replied, “I don’t care to draw attention to myself, Michelle. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. "Enough," said the widow, gratefully. It had been discussed in silence. Giles's was lined with spectators.
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