A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. He had brought the shrubs down from Syria, and, strangely enough, they had prospered. "I'm sure he won't attempt to prevent me," rejoined Thames. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. ” “I could have said more.
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