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” It was sitting in her suitcase in the same pocket as the expired bus tickets. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. Attempts were made upon the door of the Lodge; but it was too strong to be forced. Now, she was the very reverse of all this. “I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my boyfriend!” He stared at her concernedly. “You’re kidding, right?” “Not kidding at all. But he could only discern a black and shapeless mass, floating upon the water at a little distance, which, to his bewildered fancy, appeared absolutely standing still. ‘And what is it you’re to rescue her from, I should like to know.
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