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I—I hurt myself. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. Once more he was the searcher. Ramage?” he asked. . Hilary made a movement as if he would seize the opportunity to disarm the girl, but Gerald stopped him. ‘Just what I was going to tell you, miss. He laughs at locks and bolts; and the more carefully you guard your premises from him, the more likely are you to insure an attack. " "Very right, my love," said Wood, "very sensibly remarked. Now that she was his, to make or mar, she presented an extraordinary fascination. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. No mercenary consideration influences me. Traversing what remained of Wych Street at a rapid pace, and speeding along Drury Lane, the trio soon found themselves in Kendrick Yard. Wood, I forget nothing.
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