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’ The sergeant’s air became positively avuncular. The hansom sped through the crowded streets. Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and there was so much that struggled for expression. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. Jonathan gave utterance to a low whistle. ‘But you are idiot. " "Zounds!" exclaimed Wood; "it's my old master-key. " "Fear nothing. Who are you going with?\" \"Nobody. His first inquiries were concerning the child, and he was delighted to find that it still lived and was doing well. . “Go on!” “People talked to you in Paris about us,” she continued, “about Anna the virtuous and Annabel the rake. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other.
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