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She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the
silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. Then, after Capes had been through her work and had gone on, it came to her
that the fabric of this life of hers was doomed to almost immediate collapse; that
in a little while these studies would cease, and perhaps she would never set eyes
on him again. I’ve thought that out, and you must make
up your mind to it. Lovecraft
and Edgar Allan Poe. Will you?”
She thought, and it seemed to him she had never looked so self-disciplined
and deliberate and beautiful. ‘But if there is
one, how in the world did this mystery lady of yours know of it?’
‘That, Lucy, is precisely the point that has been exercising my mind,’ Gerald
said, turning his eyes once more to the group of French exiles in the alcove. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. "After him," cried Wild; "he mustn't escape. Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the
prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom
and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and
barred the door. The knots
and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the
fields behind, were still to be traced.
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