The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. “Come right in,” he hissed under his breath, with the true conspirator’s note, closed the door very softly and pointed, “Through there!” By the meagre light of a gas lamp she perceived a cobbled yard with four large furniture vans standing with horses and lamps alight. As he crossed the cellar, he passed so near to Jack who had concealed himself behind a piece of furniture that he almost touched him. He went into the study and sat down at his table, but not to write.
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