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From your pocket there. What were you doing at Remenham House? I can’t puzzle that bit out. This is a plot entirely abominable, and I scorn to be part of it. The next moment, however, he was picked up, and set upon his feet by a person who, having witnessed the accident, flew across the road to his assistance. Yet there was nothing for her to do. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends.
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