"Is it poison?" she asked. ’ Shock ripped through Charvill’s chest. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness. Very romantic and all that. It was bare of any furnishings. We're to be given a treat to-night. We looked upon you, my dear Sir John, with reverence, almost with awe. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door.
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