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So long as she stood beside him, he was safe. Expiation. Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness. When she arrived at the Palazzo, not a single sentry was aware of her presence. “John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. "Then you'll never know more than this," retorted Blueskin, with a grin of satisfaction;—"they're in a place of safety, where you'll never find 'em, but where somebody else will, and that before long. ” Drummond looked up with mock eagerness.
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