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. Gerald’s gaze bored into hers. To these a heavy wooden apparatus was attached, which could be raised or lowered at pleasure by pullies. Her answer was not quite ready. But one was clearly the goddess among them, her face hidden, her body seeming to call out to me to possess it at once. “He has asked to see some one,” he whispered to the doctor. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. “I had a visit from Sir John in my rooms,” she said. Perhaps I've been mad all these years; I don't know.
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