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‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. He went more easily this time. “I wonder if it is. I am tired, and I want to be alone. . " The stranger said nothing, but hastily brushed away a tear. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. “What were you trying to do?” Lucy asked. But sadly, at Lullingstone we are too far off the coast to be of use. Wood's house was broken into and plundered. Capes sat down in the armchair beside her. ’ ‘A French ghost?’ ‘Well, it ain’t a rat this time, Major, I can promise you that,’ Pottiswick had rejoined, his tone affronted.
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