She was looking about her, and her face was dark with anger. ‘You know perfectly well that she is the daughter of the Comtesse de St Erme. About many of these houses hung a mysterious taint as of something weakly and commonly and dustily evil; the women who negotiated the rooms looked out through a friendly manner as though it was a mask, with hard, defiant eyes. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. Quilt, meanwhile, came down, examined the door, and finding it unfastened, locked it with a bitter imprecation on his brother-janizary's carelessness. ’ She advanced towards him. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered.
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