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This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting. ‘We may have to,’ Gerald answered thoughtfully, staring at the window to one side. One day she had thrown all the gifts into the lagoon, and visited the secret nook no more. About the Abbey and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster, hummed like an angry hive. “What has he to do with it?” “He was your sister’s master—her friend. Now I’d like the rest of your story.
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