He carried a small bag. Saviour's Stairs. Light flooded the place. Don’t be frightened, dear. ’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. The pistol was lowered slightly. It was plain that a man of his age could only be interested for one reason alone, yet she felt compelled to at know him a little before the main event. But, urged by his wife's cries, who was more anxious for the preservation of her child's life than her own, he snatched up the infant, and made his escape from the back of the premises.
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