The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. Sheppard, as a storm of furious voices resounded from below, and torches were seen mounting the stairs; "they are coming!—they are coming!—fly!—to the roof! to the roof. ” Lucy answered, disturbed at how rehearsed the apology sounded. Still, it was rather terrible to suspect that one had fallen from grace, but nevertheless the thing was possible.
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