But I shan't let him off thus. You cannot—shall not retreat. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. His face turned a dark crimson. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one there just now. "I yield to fate. “I got Sydney’s telegram at ten o’clock, and caught the ten-thirty from the Gare du Nord.
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