The door closed upon her, and he moved reluctantly away. Then she went into the office. A man, then, rushed up the entry, and, seizing the unlucky carpenter by the collar, presented a drawn sword to his throat. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. ” It was her last evening in that wrappered life against which she had rebelled. Notwithstanding the remonstrances of Wood and Winifred, Thames instantly followed the domestic, and found a man, with his face muffled up, at the door, as she had described. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind began permanently to readjust itself. It was explosive and gratifying.
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