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Spurlock remained where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to death. “Where to?” he asked, as the hansom drove up. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night. He was dressed immaculately in a suit of heavy Shantung silk. ‘Yes, tell us everything at once,’ instructed Lucilla, pushing him towards the sofa she had vacated, and obliging him to sit beside her.
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