Miss Caprice by St. George Rathborne
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page 79 of 258 (30%)
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When the key turns in the lock, both men are on their feet ready to meet whatever may be in store for them. The door swings open. Instead of a man, they see a woman of Malta. Upon her arm hangs a lantern. She shades her eyes from its glare and looks upon the prisoners. To say Doctor Chicago is surprised would be putting it feebly; he is amazed at the sight of a woman jailer. Now she fastens her eyes on his face, he can almost feel her gaze. She advances a step or two. "Chicago?" she says, inquiringly. John hardly knows what she means. "Answer her," says Sharpe, quickly; "she wants to know if you are from Chicago." "Yes," returns Craig, nodding. "Name?" "John Craig, M.D." "It is good. Come." |
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