She seemed honestly glad to see him. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. "I mean to have no one but yourself in it. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid hold of him. “Permit me to offer you the English paper which has just arrived, Sir John,” he said, holding out a Daily Telegraph. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. Ennison listened, and he forgot where he was. Ah, but she could remember; and many things there were that she would never forgive.
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