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“Ritter’s!” said Ramage to the driver, “Dean Street. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. From a bi-secting street came shouting and music. Recovering herself, Melusine tucked the weapons out of sight, down into the deep holsters hidden under the petticoat of her riding habit, and went back into the house where Martha awaited her in some impatience. In one of these seats, at the end of the aisle farthest removed from the chancel, the widow took her place, and addressed herself fervently to her devotions.
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