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One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a bundle in her arms. ‘What mischief?’ ‘I don’t know, but I’ll go bail you’re at something. ’ Speeding down the two flights of stairs, Gerald mentally thanked God that it was the practice of himself and Roding—in case of emergency, of which this was a prime example—to stable their horses at the posting inns all the way to London. The raising of twenty-five pounds was a task altogether beyond her powers. “Please stay,” she said briefly. She grew perhaps a shade paler, and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with luggage, was still waiting. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst unsuspected screens and concealments. ‘But you know everything now,’ protested Hilary, keeping pace as Gerald took the stairs two at a time. “The man who was found dead in your sister’s room was named Hill?” “It is the man,” she answered.
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