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"Is she returned!" "Y—e—s, Sir Rowland," stammered Charcam. Perhaps the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought. She could feel her body rebel against her actions, convulsing, so she forced herself to think of her mother in Heaven, her mother's beautiful face, the sun dancing across the rivers of her home. Is all that folly done with—for ever?” Annabel shivered ever so slightly. One of the coolies held the paper lantern. Killed is too kind a word. They must have a key.
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