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Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. She dressed rapidly and left the theatre without a word to any one. By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quilt entered the cell. ’ ‘She again?’ enquired his hostess, her delicate brows rising ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. . Lucy stood in front of the piano. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension.
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