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Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. Spurlock had better stick to the bungalow. I know now that I was mistaken. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. “Are you with us?” said the tired woman. "Sir Rowland must be gone. The air was thick with feelings. He shall expiate his offences on the gibbet. I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. Gerald began to ease forward, deciding just how he would accost her. 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. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. The visitor was the hotel manager, who respectfully announced that the doctor was ready for her. But perhaps if people didn’t like clear, bright, healthy eyes—which is biologically understandable—they couldn’t like precious stones.
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