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Luckily, Mrs. He had no wish to drag the footman out of his way, once he had got his questions answered. ’ His friend held it out of the way. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. She had a vision of policemen, reproving magistrates, a crowded court, public disgrace. The sunshine was brilliant, the air mild. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray.
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