“Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. Then they had released her arms and were trying to push her away. Twenty-one, twenty-two. The room in which she sat was a portion of the garret, assigned, as we have just stated, by Mr. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter.
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