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‘Except Captain Roding,’ agreed the old lady, nodding at the butler. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. The psychic vibration of him thickened the air of the room as if he were already inside. Hastening to the spot where he had tied his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware Road. His glance came up again and met hers.
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