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I have it about me. You can trust me, Anna. ” Then she looked up at him with frightened eyes. ‘Never trust a gun in female hands,’ grumbled Hilary, dropping the nun’s habit and backing to join his friend. Nay, for aught I know, some of them may even now have got scent of me. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and flaming sunflowers. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. "But the past is irremediable, and I did not come hither to exculpate myself, I came to save your life," he added, turning to Thames.
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