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She recoiled. In the flagged entrance hallway at the bottom, where extra light came in from a window above the double doors, it was easy enough to distinguish a family group, and a landscape which clearly included Remenham House in the distance. “Hotel Ritz,” he said mechanically to the coachman. Had he been listening inside? ‘What is amiss?’ ‘That Frenchie, sir. And then suddenly—a relief. Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand, threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard. “It is a hateful story.
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