’ He glanced at Roding. His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. "Oh God!" exclaimed Jack, in a tone of the bitterest anguish. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed.
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