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Upstairs, in the little dressing-room, the panel was opened by means of tugging a small candlesconce in the wall. ‘Assuming she can prove her identity, does Remenham House belong to her?’ Mrs Sindlesham shifted her shoulders. And thus he was once more free, having effected one of the most wonderful escapes ever planned or accomplished. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. His example was followed by Darrell.
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