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“Good-bye,” he said earnestly. Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea. She dismissed the whole subject with a little shrug of the shoulders. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for. "Remember the devil!" retorted Terence, who had recovered his natural audacity. Farewell. They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. "I'll place it to your account, Sir Rowland," answered the thief-taker, smiling significantly. "You were saying—?" "I started to say something; that is all. One must be on guard.
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