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Portrait of William Le Queux William Le Queux The Zeppelin Destroyer: Being Some Chapters of Secret History

Ah! Roseye,” I said. “It is all too awful. What I fear is that we are riding gaily for a fall.”
“No,” she said. “I agree in a sense with all you say. But we are not riding for a fall, so long as we have brave men ready to sacrifice their lives in Britain’s cause. You, Claude, are one of those,” she added, looking straight into my face with an open, frank expression—that love-look which can never be feigned, either by man or by woman.
In that second I realised that at least my suspicion that she had any secret affection for Lionel Eastwell was groundless.
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Portrait of William Le Queux William Le Queux The Zeppelin Destroyer: Being Some Chapters of Secret History

I only know that, though so high, I could distinguish the Thames with its few dotted lights about, though we were rapidly leaving London behind.
We were passing over Essex, for I could plainly see the Thames widening upon my right, and I was gradually overhauling the enemy.
At that moment I steadied myself, for I knew that the smallest slip would mean death to us both. At signal from me Teddy—who had already had the dynamo running for some time—placed his hand upon the switch which controlled the unseen, but deadly current.
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Portrait of William Le Queux William Le Queux The Zeppelin Destroyer: Being Some Chapters of Secret History

Curious how very quickly time passes in the air if there is but little wind, and one’s engine is running well. It only seemed as though we had left Holly Farm a few minutes before. Since we had left I had spoken no word with my well-beloved, the roar of the exhaust and the shrill whistling of the icy wind preventing conversation. Yet I could see her well-wrapped-up figure silhouetted against the sky as, seated alert and watchful, she was now on the look out for Teddy’s signal.
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