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"Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. “As things are at present,” she said, “it is true. “This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said. “I heard the other day that she’d been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. His attention drawn, the captain was easily able to make out the pretty features under the feathered hat, and the same dark riding habit the fugitive had worn on that first occasion at Remenham House. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard.
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