His brows drew a little nearer together. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. . It was cheating, pitiful cheating. But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. CHAPTER I. “Perhaps,” she said, “it is the London climate.
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