Michelle was laid onto the back seat, her head cradled in Lucy’s lap. My nerves are shaken. “I should like you to come here,” she said. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. Great stone staircases leading no one knew whither, and long gloomy passages, impressed the occasional visitor with the idea that he was traversing a building of vast extent; and, though this was not the case in reality, the deception was so cleverly contrived that it seldom failed of producing the intended effect. Sheppard looked fixedly at him, as if she would penetrate the gloomy depth of his soul.
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