It was not human and yet very human, a high pitched wail of hunger that rattled her skull. The detective backed out slowly and closed the door without sound. It was in fact the first embrace of motherhood she had ever known. She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. For although I must confess it reads very much like an application or a testimonial or some such thing as that, I can assure you I am writing this in fear and trembling with a sinking heart. ” She could not go on, for she was laughing and crying at the same time. ” She side-stepped into his living room from behind a square white column. One or two landladies refused her with an air of conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. " Before proceeding with his task, he considered whether it would be possible to barricade the door; but, reflecting that the bar would be an indispensable assistant in his further efforts, he abandoned the idea, and determined to rely implicitly on that good fortune which had hitherto attended him on similar occasions. Would she ever find it? Sighing, she opened the door to the next room, and drew back the drapes.
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