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He waited in stupor of mind till it should lift and reveal what it had hidden. Mr Tate did not break it but dug with his hand between his thighs while his heavily starched linen creaked about his neck and wrists. I instantly became sure she had just come out of the copse. Every day he drew up a bill of fare for the family and every night led a party of three or four to the theatre to see INGOMAR or THE LADY OF LYONS.…



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