You are wedged in amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you are almost out of sight. "But, perhaps, he has not got beyond the room above. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the same who was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened up the jewelcase for her ladyship. But it was of no avail. The watcher's intake of breath was sibilant.
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