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And yet to Spurlock it was only the title of a story he would some day write. Stanley. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. I would have liked to know. She always dawdled, so it was easy. ” Anna was not late, but her heart sank within her when she entered the drawingroom. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. I arranged that he should. ” “And the man stands as the master at the mouth of the den.
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