Noiselessly, his booted feet stepping with careful restraint, he started forward, signalling to Roding to follow. "The traps!" responded a bystander. She entered the last room, his bedroom. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening appearance of the night. “You don’t want to go?” “No. I don’t care! I’m glad I did. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. The thought allured him, and therein lay the danger.
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