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"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. A door led to the inner room; and it was evident from the peals of merriment, and other noises, that, ever and anon, resounded from within, that this chamber was occupied by the Marquis and his friends. Enter the house with your men. To be with you is the best moral tonic I know. ‘He destroyed the papers?’ ‘That’s right,’ Roding said, throwing her a glance of frowning surprise, as if he had not rated her intelligence so high. And if you’ve any notion—’ ‘Yes, it is upstairs,’ Melusine agreed, crossing to the library door. She had found a couple of articles about him over the years, blurbs about the opening of a theater that mentioned him. Silly woman!. But it is not entirely without hope, for perhaps they may find some succour with Charvill.
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