It was nearly one o’clock; but there were lights still in all her windows. One never knew when it would be necessary to resume her disguise. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. ” “Why?” Mr. I've seen many a clever cracksman, but never one like him. “Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing. “You had no right—” panted Ann Veronica. On that first occasion, the delay in locating the entrance to the secret passage meant that she had to wait until morning to make her search.
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