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She was the High Priestess. I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket. She moved her elbow nearer to him and spoke in a still lower tone. "Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son. The procession now wound its way, without further interruption, along Holborn. ’ 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. And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon your choice. She had never imagined life was half so sinister as it looked to her in the beginning of these investigations.

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