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’ ‘Secret passage, is it?’ The sergeant seemed to brighten at this. But at the word “home” she turned again. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often. ’ The sword was released to slide back into its scabbard.
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