But I won't be cheated of my prize. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. Darrell stopped, and drew his sword. "Then I'll have it before to-morrow morning," said the keeper of the New Prison, to himself. Taber. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes.
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