He’s the handle of life for you. The entrance was concealed between two huge boulders within a clump of trees, and was now so overgrown that no one who did not know of its existence could ever hope to find it. The library was on the ground floor, Melusine recalled from the previous visit, for she had searched through a desk in a room filled with bookshelves of leatherbound volumes. So I asks the maid a few questions like, and it seems it ain’t Mister Charvill they’re going to visit again, but General Charvill. His face will be all I need. I don’t know. ‘Here we go again. The wish was vain: and, endeavouring to banish every earthly thought, he addressed himself deeply and sincerely to prayer. Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. If only you could see the people who have been to call on me! Sir John has the most absurd ideas, too. Ho-hum! CHAPTER IX The Hong-Kong packet lay alongside the warehouse frontage. Or else he was indeed obsessed. His tone was rough, almost threatening. Give me the keys and the light.
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