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On the following afternoon, as it was growing dark. Lance was pacing up and down the sitting-room of the pent-house, trying to keep his rebellious nerves in hand, while he anxiously watched the sky to see when it would be safe to venture out.
There was a tap at the door, and when he ran to open it, there stood Freda. His heart leaped into his eyes, but there was no answering shine in Freda's, and the old look of baffled pain put the light out. He saw that it was not the time to discuss their personal affairs. Freda said at once: