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John turned toward the short staircase as she alit upon the first creaky step. ’ ‘Ah, that explains your surprise. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. She was an Egyptian, from the magical times. ‘That’s wicked, that is. Yet I shall think of you to-day. From thoughts of fame to thoughts of mere bread and butter! It seemed to Spurlock that he had tumbled off the edge of Somewhere into the abyss of Nowhere. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage.
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