"This is dreadful!" says Doatie. "But"—brightening—"surely it is not so bad as death or disgrace, is it?",
After one turn she stops abruptly, near an entrance.,
Hurriedly she gets into her furs, and, twisting some soft black lace around her throat, runs down the stairs, and, opening the hall door without seeing any one, makes her way towards the appointed spot..
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