It was horrible, but she must do it. He looked at her, hurt. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness. Section 3. But he wrote on. Annabel a murderess! It was not possible. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. Late in July he finished the fourth story.
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