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If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. Something about the girl had suggested an idea. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. “I suppose he’s frightfully clever,” said Miss Klegg. It is impossible. He then barred and double-locked the door, took out the key, (a precautionary measure which, with a grim smile, he said he never omitted,) thrust it into his vest, and motioning the couple to follow him, led the way to the inner room. The light of memory flashed in the man’s face. And all to find that picture of Mary Remenham.
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