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Spurlock stepped into the room. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. “Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!” For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle. To hand the key back in silence was like offering a lie. She returned home to the Beck house soaked and soggy. ” With a little crash the pistol fell from her shaking fingers. “He was a friend of your sister’s, was he not?” “I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. She addressed an envelope to Ramage, and scrawled on a half-sheet of paper, “The rest shall follow. YOU did. She would not sleep for fear of losing a moment of that sense of his proximity. “I have hurt my father,” she said; “I have hurt my aunt. Wood; "and I did so to see how far your effrontery would carry you. ‘What do you mean?’ Gerald grinned. ‘You are really not helping matters, my friend.
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