“Lift up one corner of the curtain for me. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. Hill closed his eyes. She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. The light!—the light!" Astounded at his cries, Thames sprang towards him. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir.
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