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" "Uh-huh. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. On the envelope was written— Sydney Courtlaw, Esq. ’ ‘Gammon,’ interrupted Hilary scornfully. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. . ‘No, I don’t see much future in pursuing her down this passage. The room was dark and dusty. ‘Come, Hilary.

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