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Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. "Oh! nothin' partickler—mere curossity," replied Terence. Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven back to Stratton Street. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. " "I don't care if he is," rejoined Thames, boldly. ” He said. The party resolved itself for Ann Veronica into a game in which she manoeuvred unostentatiously and finally unsuccessfully to avoid talking alone with this gentleman. ” She thought more and more along that line. “Forgive me,” he said. “Believe what, Michelle?” Lucy asked. “She finds lying up so much very irksome. Flinging her back against it, she put her hands out, barring his way.
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