"The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. ” She roused herself from some dream at the word. Little by little Sebastian gave to her the story of how she came to be abducted. Don’t stand gawping, man. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. He seemed to charge her with the ruin of their situation. The Procession to Tyburn 462 XXXII. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft.
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