The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open. Then she examined with curiosity some knick-knacks upon a small round table by her side. There was a dreadful stifled groan, and she fell heavily upon the landing. “It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy. "I must see him to-night. ‘Or flew in by balloon, perhaps. ” “By God!” said Manning, making the most of the word, “I suppose it’s fate. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette.
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