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“Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. I’ve told you that practically already. “I am much obliged to you,” he said. I burned it. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. Independently of other risks, and of the chance of breaking his neck in the descent, he was aware that to reach the leads he should have to break open six of the strongest doors of the prison.
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