The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. Wood, "it may be poisoned. " He did not pause to consider how she had learned that he had imagination; he comprehended only the direct challenge. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow.
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