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He lowered himself on to her. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. At the same time Sydney and Brendon also vacated their places. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. ‘I thought—I thought I saw my—my husband. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. He deserves none. I just thought perhaps a different boy was in store for you. We can take our things up with us and stay at the Continental or the Ritz. ’ He threw one arm across his own chest and clapped himself on the shoulder. “And I have dragged you all over here for nothing,” she murmured. The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely mutilated.
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