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‘It is all the fault of that lantern. Softly she rose to her feet. ” “What do you want?” he asked, bluntly. After all, what could happen? He was looking at her very hard and earnestly. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an acceptable friend to accompany her. “No,” she answered, reluctantly. . She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. They alighted at the restaurant, and stood for a moment in the passage looking into the crowded room. Wood's anxiety grew so insupportable, that he seized his hat with the intention of sallying forth in search of them, though he did not know whither to bend his steps, when his departure was arrested by a gentle knock at the door.
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