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“Where am I?” he muttered. ’ ‘Yes,’ she agreed, but her manner was a degree less warm. The theme was a masquerade. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. On approaching the couch, they found Sir Rowland senseless, and extended over the dead body of his unfortunate sister. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. "But don't ever let me see them again. ” The redness in his face betrayed him.
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