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Gregory B. ‘So now you may safely cease your roundaboutation, and tell me what took you to Remenham House. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. ‘Forgive this intrusion, ma’am, I beg.
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