“For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or whatever she came in. Yes, yes; that was all very well in ordinary cases; but yonder was a soul in travail, if ever she had seen one. Wood's cries: but, regardless of this, he darted along a passage, gained the shop, and passed through an open door into the street. She hissed in a breath and his eyes met hers. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. There was just time for the girl to raise her arm to chest height and draw it back before Roding seized her.
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