As he passed out he saw in the hall a quietly dressed man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen. As they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom was almost impenetrable. Who walked you home?\" Mike asked her, his voice tinged with jealousy, as she passed the garlic bread. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. " "As many as you please," replied Wood, walking towards the chimney-piece, and taking down a constable's, staff, which hung upon a nail.
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