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” He replied solemnly, looking straight into her eyes. She colored faintly. "Close the door!" commanded Trenchard, impatiently. ’ ‘What name would you like, then?’ Her shadowed features turned in his direction. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. "If this is the case, where is she?" "In Bedlam," replied the thief-taker, with a Satanic grin. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. This is a noted place for highwaymen. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall,” he remarked. "We've heard coming and going. Her disapproval was obvious enough.
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