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‘I think,’ he said pleasantly, ‘that it would be as well if you, Hilary, were to go and fetch the troops. It was very pretty and very dainty while it lasted, but we played it with our eyes open, and we perfectly understood the game—both of us. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. But … he must want to live in order that the inclination to repeat this incident may not recur. The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances. We were to ransom you, then we would fake your death, play as if the kidnappers had executed you. You will find it somewhere in that book. They will say that it was murder. Just let him down easy, Lucy. You're in a more serious scrape than you imagine. The wings stopped. "Allow him that small grace," cried Wood.
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