‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building.
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