"You are my prisoner, Jack. Drummond, who had been about to speak, refrained. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. His own peculiar genius—a miracle key to the hidden things in men's souls—had given him this immediate and astonishing illumination. Do you expect me, I wonder. We’re closer than you think.
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