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She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. It may bring us together again. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. Her state of mind would have seemed altogether discreditable to her grandmother. They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. ‘I never met a rat what wandered about the place with a lantern, I didn’t,’ grumbled the old lodgekeeper aggrievedly.
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