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It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. ” “I’ll wait, then. But—but how?’ ‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and bringing out a leather ring purse. She replied softly. Mr. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this. Spurlock to keep to the bungalow until the rogue goes back to Copeley's. ‘We?’ Gerald smiled. She prevaricated. " Trenchard, meanwhile, whose gaze was fixed upon the boy, became livid as death, but he moved not a muscle. Why do women take to lies and deceit and trickery as naturally as a duck to water?” “You are not alluding, I hope, to Miss Pellissier?” Ennison said stiffly.
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