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 at me for mine, which was as evident, and at the girl beside Bane's empty chair.

The sensation of a little loosening of the grip on me, was gone. Something tighter and more terrible pressed me in its place—something not to be slipped off by means of a mere quarrel between Sally Gessler and Bane.

Across the table in the sun, the brown head bent toward me. "I want a minute with you," said Helen Lacey suddenly to me.