She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. “Take my advice,” he said hoarsely. There’s plenty to be got out of life in a decent sort of way. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. Noiselessly, his booted feet stepping with careful restraint, he started forward, signalling to Roding to follow. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me.
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