Taking the light, they then proceeded along the passage. She stared. ” “But he recognized you,” the official objected. And, as he was about to put himself into a posture of defence, his mother clasped him in her arms. “Who’s your violin teacher?” He asked. Wood. At this moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed on the walls; and the figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguished at the foot of the stairs. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child.
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