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He knocked at the door. For the love of Heaven, Jack, don't move!—Don't alter a muscle, if you can help it. CHAPTER XVI. God send the fellow did turn out to be a spy! Beckoning Roding on, Gerald crept down the corridor towards the source of the swishing he had heard. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice.
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