Sometimes it seemed that she would never recover it. Having once more got into the chimney, he climbed to a level with the ward above, and recommenced operations as vigorously as before. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. “Life’s so queer,” she said, kneeling and looking into the flames.
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