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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter One
In the quiet of an autumn afternoon, the deserted mansion slept. And this was an adventure of
which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. Not far from the entrance, on the left,
was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling,
formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with
broad-headed nails. He saw the flames burst from the windows, and perhaps in that maddening
spectacle suffered torture equivalent to some of the crimes he had committed. ”
“I thought Mr. “I wish you would come and see my lawyers. "Not proud in the least, I declare. I suppose I believe in God. “To be my eternal love. ”
“But is that really so?” said Ann Veronica. They were headed by an athleticlooking, swarthy-featured man, who was armed with a cutlass, which he waved
over his head to cheer on his companions. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d
pledged my friendship. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever
made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street
boarding-house. He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the
musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. He was engaged in detesting Manning and himself in
almost equal measure.
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