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There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. “It was a phase,” she said. “You will be so late. I believe it amused him. The walls were of immense thickness; the small windows double-grated and unglazed; the fire-place was without a grate; and a barrack-bed, divided into two compartments, occupied one corner. 156 He followed, “Um, is it okay if we talk in private for a few minutes somewhere?” Cathy was quick to reply. . His face warm, Captain Roding glared them into silence, and firmly marched his captive off down Piccadilly, heading for Stratton Street where the town house of the Alderley family was situated. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. “To tell you the truth, I am a little dull. The door was closed— locked,—and the pair were heard descending the stairs. Not alone with her, that’s sure.
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