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She hoped the lights would become hot enough to melt her into the floor. It seemed as if all the precautions previously taken were here accumulated. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. His most eager inquiries and most lavish bribes could gain no further information than that she had left for England, and that her address was—London.
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