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‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. “All my dreadful scientific things,” said Ann Veronica. Miss Charvill. From long
experience with both races he had acquired definitions, but none snugly applied
to this girl. ”
He took them from her and read them. ”
“Your priestess,” whispered Ann Veronica, softly. He flung open the door and cast a quick glance round. 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. Listening attentively, he fancied he heard the breathing of some one near him,
and moved cautiously in the opposite direction.
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