’ ‘Wait!’ Leaning forward, Hilary tapped on the panel. The stranger turned his head at the sound. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. "Mother!" cried the son, "help!" "What is this?" shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and extending her hands towards him.
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