What the devil is the matter, Dunster?” “I beg your pardon, sir,” the man answered, “there is a lady here to see you. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. Langley, I appeal to you.
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