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A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. The hansom drove off. It was the first expression of the mother's blood. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image. When I've had an hour's rest, I'll be after Blueskin. He pointed to where the lights still burned in Anna’s windows. There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions.
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