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His shoulders relaxed and his gaze wavered. Mrs. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. The villagers were thronging to church. She sat on the edge of the bed overwhelmed, the roses cradled in her arms. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. Her loneliness was consuming, Lucia. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No. But tell me," he added with much anxiety, "has nothing been heard of Thames since the night of my former escape?" "Nothing whatever," answered Winifred. “Glaciers?” she said. It is I who took the burden of your misdeeds upon my shoulders that you might become Lady Ferringhall. But never mind that," said McClintock grinning as he drew the dish of bread-fruit toward him.

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