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Jasper Adelstone closed the door behind him, and stood looking at them. His face was very pale, his lips were tightly compressed, and there was that peculiar look of decision and resolution which Stella had often remarked. True it struck her as ominous--a chill, cold and awesome, ran through her--but she stood and confronted him with a face that, though as pale as his own, showed no sign of fear; her eyes met his own with a haughty, questioning gaze. "Mr. Adelstone," she said, in low, clear, indignant tones, "what …