The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. 13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. " "Suppose he brings Blueskin, or some other ruffian with him," hesitated the jailer. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. “You’ll be there, right?” She asked, hearing his breathing audibly jump.
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