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The door leading to the front of the house was stealthily opening. I told him the truth. In the morning and at night he is dressed as he would dress in the big hotels. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. “Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied. “How dare you? You are trying to kidnap my babies!” Clotilde demanded. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone. Please sit with me. We'll have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your wife to death.
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