And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. Her patience was waning fast. ‘Good God!’ uttered Roding. “It’s either now or never,” she said to herself. I tell you that because it puts us on a footing.
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