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Well, I was all for dragging in Bow Street there and then, and getting the pair of those fraudsters thrown in gaol. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. Oh, and only look at those stains,’ cried Miss Froxfield, gesturing at the blood on the ruffles to the sleeves of Melusine’s riding-habit, and on the chemise she wore under it. All other things were without weight or consequence before the fact that this poor young man would have to depend upon her for his life. He is in the secret passage. Afterwards, it may be different.
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