" "I don't know. ’ ‘Then you’re mad,’ Roding said flatly, and suddenly grinned. She was a little paler than when she had come to London, a little paler and a little thinner. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. She shook them off of one foot. She put back her hood in a determined way. Do you promise to do this?" "Solemnly," rejoined the carpenter. ’ Speeding down the two flights of stairs, Gerald mentally thanked God that it was the practice of himself and Roding—in case of emergency, of which this was a prime example—to stable their horses at the posting inns all the way to London. ” Mr. CHAPTER XXVIII.
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