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It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. The rest she meant to keep for her immediate necessities. It was just upon the stroke of nine as he entered the Lodge, and Mr. ” “Young? I am twenty-four. A small voice greeted her, hissing. Borne along by the current, Darrell was instantly at the boat's side. ” “To bad rubbish. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Take me to the Stone Room.
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