But also this must not go on. This was done, and Austin returned with a crest-fallen look to the table. “You needn’t be worried,” she said quietly. “You have been very kind to me,” she said. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. Lucy was filled with happiness, it was her third Christmas at the Becks.
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