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The booming voice and the energetic movements spoke plainly of hurry. He grasped Lucilla’s elbow. . ‘You’ve found her out?’ ‘Tell us at once,’ urged Miss Froxfield. 8. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. The pistol, it was not loaded. She had a compartment to herself in the train from London to Morningside Park, and she sat with both her feet on the seat in an attitude that would certainly have distressed her mother to see, and horrified her grandmother beyond measure; she sat with her knees up to her chin and her hands clasped before them, and she was so lost in thought that she discovered with a start, from a lettered lamp, that she was at Morningside Park, and thought she was moving out of the station, whereas she was only moving in. One post-midnight meeting, she could stand it no longer.
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