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He glanced up at Roding and met his eyes. Two separate search parties were formed to hike the areas near the Greene River as a panic spread over the town of Princeton Hills. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. Righting, however, instantly afterwards, she scudded with the greatest rapidity over the boiling waves, to whose mercy she was now entirely abandoned. I am safe while I am there, for I have had bolts fitted everywhere, and a pane of glass in the front door. ‘What happened, ma’am?’ enquired Gerald gently. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. The challenge gave her courage. "Suppose he does. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve.
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