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There was a discreet knocking at the door, and Ramage’s face changed. Mom, this is Lucy Albert from school. Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed. They sat down, McClintock reaching for a lump of sugar which he began munching. “What I am after is that beauty isn’t a special inserted sort of thing; that’s my idea. In this screen, which masked the entrance of a dark passage communicating with the Condemned Hold, about five feet from the ground, was a hatch, protected by long spikes set six inches apart, and each of the thickness of an elephant's tusk.
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