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His face warm, Captain Roding glared them into silence, and firmly marched his captive off down Piccadilly, heading for Stratton Street where the town house of the Alderley family was situated. Unless it was a jewel or locket of some kind. ’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ burst from mademoiselle as she jumped up. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. Beneath two tall elms, whose boughs completely overshadowed the roof, stood Mr. Her figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre.
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