"Arundel Stairs," replied Wood, "the nearest point to Wych Street. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better chance of winning his wager. Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. Ramage,” she said, clinging to her one point, “I want to get out of this horrible little room.
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