” She shook her head. "Hist!" exclaimed Jack. If only she had thought to plunge the scissors into her own heart! Hoddy … to return and find her either gone or dead! But even as the Wastrel's arms gathered her, there came the sound of hurrying steps on the veranda. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers. To his astonishment and delight it yielded to the pressure, toppled over the ledge, and sank. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight. Unless he deserts the girl, he won't be so hard to find as formerly.
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