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 “But he is in London,” she muttered; “we are not safe.”

“IT think so,’ he answered reassuringly. “Now that I know all, there is nothing more toear. 7

But even this assurance did not seem to give entire satisfaction. The looks she flung from side to side were still full of an intense alarm, and even when the fly drew up before the door of the hotel she seemed to hesitate before alighting.

Her room, or rather rooms, were in the front of the house overlooking the main road, and consisted of a sitting-room and bedroom, the latter being entered through folding doors.

“I came here last night,” she explained, dropping limply into a corner of the sofa. “At first they seemed suspicious, and asked me where my luggage was. I suppose I must have looked an awful sight. I know I was dead- ly tired. But I told them that my husband would be down the next day, and I gave them your name. Do you mind?’

“Tf I could only give you that name!”

He sank beside her and took her in his arms. Then he raised the heavy veil from her

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