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” The doors at the other end of the hall opened. Sit down, I command you. ’ ‘It’s no use blaming me, Gerald,’ uttered Roding, shrugging helplessly as his senior turned questioning eyes on him. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. Almost instantly she had recognized the fallacy of such a statement. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. Preparations were next made for taking Thames on board.
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