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When the train arrived at King's Cross, Crossley was waiting on the platform. A quick glance showed him Nancy's pale face in the window of a first-class compartment. He went forward to meet her.
"Thank you for answering my letter so promptly, Mrs. Rowton," he said. "I have a carriage outside; may I take you at once to my house?"