“It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. It was now a quarter past twelve. Her father intercepted her, and for a moment she and he struggled with their hands upon the latch. "Well reminded," answered Rowland, who had witnessed his struggles with a smile of gratified vengeance; "I had forgotten the accursed imp in this confusion. My friend, I am only grieved that you of all others should have been so deceived. There is a place—This isn’t the place.
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