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One woman hit the ground running, Sebastian ran after her. Blue haze had settled beyond the black silhouettes of trees, graduating to the deep violet that began the night sky. “Where is she?” He would yell even louder until she was sure that people in faraway fishing boats could probably hear him. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. Like the Castle, which it resembled in all respects except that it was destitute even of a barrack-bedstead, the Red Room was reserved for state-prisoners, and had not been occupied since the year 1716, when the jail, as has before been mentioned, was crowded by the Preston rebels.
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