She winced when first she heard the preparation-room door open and Capes came down the laboratory; but when at last he reached her she was self-possessed. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. Amid this portentous hush, the report of a pistol reached the carpenter's ears; and, raising his head at the sound, he beheld a sight which filled him with fresh apprehensions. Her hair had begun to grow back, it now swept to her shoulders. He walked on for an hour longer, till he could scarcely drag one leg after another.
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