The voices went into his ears but left no impression of their import. Detention would mean coming home late, which spelled distraction and trouble on the night of a kill. Hill lost a little of his truculency. Sheppard," said Wood, glancing round the chamber, as he expanded his palms before the scanty flame. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes.
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