Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. "Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. “Nevertheless,” Hill said doggedly, “I am here to speak to you alone. ” Lucy yanked him into the hidden door to Room 109, a door to the backstage that looked like the entrance to a broom closet. . "Ho, no," replied Jack. " CHAPTER V.
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