Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. Upstairs, in the little dressing-room, the panel was opened by means of tugging a small candlesconce in the wall. “It rained the whole of the time, but we saw all the sights, and the place never seemed dull. Aware of the cunning and desperate characters of the persons with whom she would have to deal,—aware, also, that she was in a quarter where no laws could be appealed to, nor assistance obtained, she felt the absolute necessity of caution.
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