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across his brain-They expected him! He laughed to himself at the thought. Well, come what may, he could not leave Bunny !
He proceeded now, with all speed, to light the candle. His hand trembled as he held the match to the wick, though it was more with excitement than fear. He fully realised his folly ; yet what else could he do?
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