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“I thought that I heard a groan,” Anna whispered. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. By following her he had discovered her secret nook in the rocks. Abruptly the sterner look vanished and she twinkled. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes. Though I’ll wager she used this passage, and we certainly ought to investigate it.
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