“At a boarding-house?” he gasped. But next moment, Captain Roding put up her back. From his wallet he brought forth a yellow letter. In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving the threatening pistol. ‘Woof!’ uttered Trodger, gazing at the lady in some awe.
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