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He seemed to be thinking hard. Jack was caught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing. Mrs Sindlesham’s wrinkled cheek had paled, and her eyes were fixed upon Gerald in a look that wrung his heart. Entering London, he bent his way towards the west-end; and having some knowledge of a secondhand tailor's shop in Rupert Street, proceeded thither, and looked out a handsome suit of mourning, with a sword, cloak, and hat, and demanded the price. Suddenly he burst into wild laughter; but equally as suddenly something strangled the sound in his throat. ‘Where is Gérard?’ ‘Out of town,’ Hilary said briefly. If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. “I am sick of it.
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