’ ‘But me orders, sir? Are we to—’ ‘Gad, but that’s her,’ interrupted Roding suddenly. “You may find in it a paragraph of some interest to you. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. Over one of the pinnacles of the tower a speck of pallid light marked the position of the moon, then newly born and newly risen. ‘Well?’ he uttered between heavy breaths. ” “Not in the least,” Anna answered calmly. She tore open the envelope and read it. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter.
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