” “Yes, it is. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. He turned. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. It was just such a bedroom as she would have chosen for herself. It was approached from the street by a flight of broad stone steps, leading to a ponderous door, plated with iron, and secured on the inner side by huge bolts, and a lock, with wards of a prodigious size.
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