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Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. "Stop a minute, my dear," cried Austin. They are our food, Lucia, nothing more. Unlocking it, he entered the chamber, which by no means belied its external appearance. He “went in” for microscopy in the unphilosophical Victorian manner as his “hobby. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. Both advanced towards it, when, by the light of the lantern, Wood beheld, in the countenance of the stranger, the well-remembered and stern features of Rowland. \" Michelle said dejectedly.
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