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His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. ’ ‘Even that he is, one must be practical. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. ” Lucy replied. “You are my friend,” she said, “if any one is. " And he led the way to an inner room, in the middle of which stood a table, covered with a large white cloth. Nothing has been touched since.
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