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By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist. . ’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. The gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman can cough, and raising his hand from the bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the same mysterious ceremonial as the Master. You have all the instinctive dexterity of parasites. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent.
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