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CHAPTER V
NO WINGS
WHETHER anyone cried or not, there was certainly an interval during which none of the party was quite itself. When they grew calmer, Anthea put her handkerchief in her pocket and her arm round Jane, and said—
"It can't be for more than one night. We can signal with our handkerchiefs in the morning. They'll be dry then. And someone will come up and let us out"—
"And find the syphon," said Cyril gloomily; "and we shall be sent to prison for stealing"—
"You said it wasn't stealing. You said you were sure it wasn't."
"I'm not sure now," said Cyril shortly.
"Let's throw the thing away among the trees," said Robert, "then no one can do anything to us."
"Oh yes,"—Cyril's laugh was not a light-
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