The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. Ramage—about the forty pounds. "I'm never satisfied with a first attempt. Anyhow, they didn’t run about so much. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. But, in spite of his general insensibility to such matters, Quilt could not help commenting upon the delicious perfume wafted from the numerous flower-beds past which they were driving.
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