‘Her own,’ Gerald replied. ‘Gone!’ he said. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. “I heard the other day that she’d been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. All of us were fussy, colicky babies from what she tells me. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. You have threatened to kill me for nothing, I know not how many times.
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