"Dr. Anstice"—the girl spoke slowly, and her voice was curiously flat—"how much longer have we—before dawn?"
Without replying, the man glanced at his watch; and when he spoke his voice, too, was oddly devoid of tone.
"I think—only an hour now."
"Only an hour." In the gloom of the hut the girl's face grew very pale. "And then——" She broke off, shuddering.
"Miss Ryder, don't think of it. After all, we need...
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