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‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests. It did not matter in the least what name the young fellow was travelling under; all James Boyle O'Higgins wanted was the letter H. Anything that might stir the sense of love And God has mocked me through it all. Nothing could exceed the dismay of these personages when they learnt why they had been summoned. And she’s pluck to the backbone. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. She thought of leaving the Beck house less and less these days, though the suitcase remained packed underneath her creaky bed.
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