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The doctor and another man were by his bedside when they entered the room, and there were writing materials which had evidently been used close at hand. Gerald reached out a hand to stop her. No one spoke to her. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. "Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" vociferated Jonathan, in a tone that betrayed hot the slightest discomposure. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. Oh, I know.
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