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Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. Her heartbeat quickened. ’ Relaxing back, Gerald folded his arms. But his hand was withheld by Thames. Pausing at each door on the landing, Jack placed his ear to the keyhole, and listened intently. "And the Marchioness is your daughter," added Thames. And, whatever you may think, I assure you, Jack's a downright goodnatured fellow. She had found that proof. She went past three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night.
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