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For an instant, Gerald wished the rest of the world away that he might go to her and administer appropriate comfort. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. Turning off again on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley, into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard, overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. ‘The fact of it is,’ I said, ‘I’m the new playwright, Thomas More. She looked up, and recognized Mr.
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