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picture. They don’t embarrass me. But Miss Grey —.

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`Who are the few? How do you choose them?'

picture. They don’t embarrass me. But Miss Grey —.

`I choose them as real men, of my name--Jacques is my name--to whom the sight is likely to do good. Enough you are English; that is another thing. Stay there, if you please, a little moment.'

picture. They don’t embarrass me. But Miss Grey —.

With an admonitory gesture to keep them back, he stooped, and looked in through the crevice in the wall. Soon raising his head again, he struck twice or thrice upon the door--evidently with no other object than to make a noise there With the same intention, he drew the key across it, three or four times, before he put it clumsily into the lock, and turned it as heavily as he could.

picture. They don’t embarrass me. But Miss Grey —.

The door slowly opened inward under his hand, and he looked into the room and said something. A faint voice answered something. Little more than a single syllable could have been spoken on either side.

He looked back over his shoulder, and beckoned them cc enter. Mr. Lorry got his arm securely round the daughter waist, and held her; for he felt that she was sinking.

`A--a--a--business, business!' he urged, with a moisture that was not of business shining on his cheek. `Come in come in!'

`I am afraid of it,' she answered, shuddering.

Rendered in a manner desperate, by her state and by the beckoning of their conductor, he drew over his neck the arm that shook upon his shoulder, lifted her a little, and hurried her into the room. He set her down just within the door and held her, clinging to him.

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