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. ” She paused. I sent a message straight. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out. "I guess who you mean," rejoined Shotbolt. “You are in a private room of St. No, you don’t!” Ennison had moved stealthily a little nearer to him, and looked suddenly into the dark muzzle of the revolver. He haunted a state between hectic dreaming and mild delirium, and she found herself talking aloud to him.
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