“There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. Lucy knocked again. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. There's a feather in your cap! No house-breaker was ever so highly honoured before. Lucy marveled at the billiards table and the sauna. Chapter XXIV A CASE FOR THE POLICE After that first horrible moment it was perhaps Anna who was the more selfpossessed. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard. But there was something in his face at once stupid and invincible that told her he would go on forcing himself upon her, that he would esteem speech with her a great point gained.
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