. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. ‘Damnation!’ Confused, he released her, and in an instant she had darted away and was running down the garden. And all to find that picture of Mary Remenham.
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