CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. Out of sight of that tell-tale window, the two officers darted across the grounds, speedily gaining the lee of the mansion walls. “Cheer up, Annabel. ‘Knowed it the instant I set eyes on her. ’ ‘That is what you thought of me. To disillusion her, forthwith. Terror had laid a paralyzing hand upon her, fear kept her almost unconscious of the curious glances which she was continually attracting. She had one idea, she found, very clear in her mind—that she would get a Research Scholarship, and so contrive another year in the laboratory. She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join her in her suffering. Stanley changed his key. But send me word. But where in the world was the girl? A door led to another chamber beyond.
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