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‘I’m taking you to Gerald, my girl. I have said your life is in danger, Thames. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. ‘The secret passage!’ It did not take long to find the mechanism of the candlesconce that opened the door. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent inhabitants of London. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment.
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