She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. She started forward. It was also cold, and dark, for there had been no time to light the lantern. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. He thrust out a rhetorical hand. Out of these he selected a faded parchment and restored the rest to safety. " "No," thundered Wild.
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