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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No…

In a moment Roy was up in the slanting embrasure, where for hours he had clung, getting through his task.
Jean’s hand met his, and together, noiselessly, they wrenched the bar aside.
“Hist! Be still as death!” whispered Jean.
Roy squeezed himself through the opening, Jean’s grasp steadying him. He found his feet to be resting on the topmost rung of a ladder. Jean whispered one or two directions, then himself went down and held it firm below while Roy followed. Little need was there to bid the boy be quiet in his movements. The slightest sound might betray them, destroying every hope of escape.
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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No…

Peggy!” gasped Rosalind faintly. Her strength was failing by this time, and she could hardly speak; but Lady Darcy’s face stiffened into an awful anger at the sound of that name. She turned like a tigress to her husband, her face quivering with anger.
“That girl again! That wicked girl! It is the second time to-night! She has killed the child; but she shall be punished! I’ll have her punished! She shall not kill my child, and go free! I’ll—I’ll——”
“Hush, hush, Beatrice! Take care! You frighten Rosalind. We must get her to bed. There is not a moment to lose.”
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Various The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX. No…

A glad cry burst from Margaret Duncan’s lips, but she checked it as her husband continued:
“I cannot tell how it was, but the reality of Christ’s death for us was borne in upon me as it had never been before. The story of Jesus had always seemed more like a beautiful dream, or myth, somehow, to me; perhaps I had not felt the need of a Saviour. But now, oh! Maggie, I can only wonder that I have been blind so long. I feel like a child when it first opens its eyes upon the world, and notices the beauties it contains.
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