They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. 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. When he tried the scullery door, and would have moved on, Hilary intervened. She felt a semi-sharp object being gently impressed into her back. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. Lucy’s bright tones pursued her.
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