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 "Charles!" she cried. "You might have fallen! Why didn't you ask Miss Ambler to help you?"

Claire answered her, but kept her eyes upon the flushed and panting invalid. "He knew I wouldn't," she said. "Not to help him get away!" And at that the stout and hearty Miss Orbison, after a sharper glance at both of them, looked seriously disturbed.