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him again so soon, in the very midst of most deadly perils; they sparkled with the joy of sharing these dangers with himof helping him perhapsof being with him at the lastif she failed. The childlike sweet face had become hard and set, the curved mouth was closed tightly over her clenched teeth. She meant to do or die, with him and for his sake. A frown, which spoke of an iron will and unbending resolution, appeared between the two straight brows; already her plans were formed. She would go and find Sir Andrew Ffoulkes first; he was Percys best friend, and Marguerite remembered with a thrill, with what blind enthusiasm the young man always spoke of his mysterious leader. He would help her where she needed help; her coach was ready. A change of raiment, and a farewell to little Suzanne, and she could be on her way. Without haste, but without hesitation, she walked quietly into the house. |
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