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"Heaven be praised she knows me at last. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. After that night she made it a habit. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. ‘Now see here, missie. ‘Ah, no,’ Gerald uttered at once, lowering his voice and infusing it with all the promise he could command. The coachman having received his order, and being offered an extra fare if he drove quickly, set off at full speed. This is clear over my head.
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