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’ For a moment or two there was dead silence in the parlour. Lucilla clearly adored her betrothed, anyone could see that. She took his hand in hers. “I was never so clear in all my life as I have been in this business. Not the most stringent search, conducted all morning, turned up one solitary sheet. It is very bad. Drummond, who had been about to speak, refrained. You're in luck to-night, widow. I am up to the ears in it all— every moment I can spare. The idea of anything criminal never entered her thoughts. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside.
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