" "But not for me," growled Terence, in an under tone. Someone bounded up the stairs, which groaned from the strain, unmistakably Mike. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. At every step he seemed to be haunted by the ghost of the past. ” He recognized the force, almost the passion, which trembled in her tone, and he at once abandoned the subject.
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