But though the breach was large enough to admit him below, he could not squeeze his bulky person through the aperture into the Red Room. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. ” “Your priestess,” whispered Ann Veronica, softly. I came to see you on my own account.
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