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The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. ‘Pig! Pig, a thousand times!’ Running footsteps could be heard now, and she knew that the commotion was bringing the nuns, just as she had hoped. ’ Gerald eyed her. He had made himself master of the layout of the house, that was plain.
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