The vault, in which Sir Rowland found himself, resembled in some measure the cabin of a ship. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not. To-morrow I shall come and talk to you again—of other things. ” He passed his hand wearily over his forehead. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. “I believe that he would bore me. ‘But to do only what one wishes, it is not always convenient. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. But it was of no avail.
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