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Do help me, Lady Ferringhall. ” He panted. From his wallet he brought forth a yellow letter. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. He pulled away. ‘And if not her, for she is dead, then me. ’ A question leapt into Everett’s head and he recalled the letter to the Abbess. "Oh no—no! You say this to terrify me—to try me. "'Sdeath! do you trifle with me, sirrah?" cried Rowland fiercely. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more likely to weigh upon me than my own. ’ ‘Eh?’ Almost Melusine betrayed herself at his startled look. Wild had escaped. \" He piped up.
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