But escape to where? She thought of the ships that sailed from the peninsulas to hot deserts where spices were traded. And then there came for both of them at least a temporary awakening. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. ” She took the pocket-book and looked up at him with a little impulsive movement. When Mr. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. She was gone. ‘And she’s—’ She broke off, a sudden light in her eyes. " "If you stir, I'll call him!" rejoined Winifred.
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