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He leaned forward to embrace her. The lips were straight and pale, the chin aggressive, the nose indomitable. “I ought to have done. What she had termed illuminative now appeared to be only another phase of the mystery which enveloped the child. It is a very small affair, after all, and you can pay me back if you will. In this screen, which masked the entrance of a dark passage communicating with the Condemned Hold, about five feet from the ground, was a hatch, protected by long spikes set six inches apart, and each of the thickness of an elephant's tusk.
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