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She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. The latter no sooner beheld him than he dashed hastily into an adjoining room. He’s the sort of johnny who wouldn’t care about having a sister-in-law on the loose. Their subsequent conversation is outside the scope of our story. The next few hours will tell. “Don’t you get it, Lucy? I’ve always thought he was an idiot. She had a vision of policemen, reproving magistrates, a crowded court, public disgrace. \" She fibbed. ‘That way. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking to him. But the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that led underground right outside the boundary of the estate. Too late now. ‘But for how long?’ Lady Bicknacre asked apprehensively.
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