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The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. “How are you, Lucy?” Martin ran to catch her in the crowded hall. In this state, it will be easy to draw him into a snare. But at the word “home” she turned again. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. "Fire!—murder—thieves!—I've got one of 'em!" "Come along," cried Jack. For on reaching the second floor, a swishing sound came to Gerald’s ears, as of someone moving about. They began the evening like usual, driving down highways and byways.
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