She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted at the front door and the shouting intensified. ’ A panel slid open and she stepped into the relative light of the little dressingroom, Kimble close behind her. " "She has suffered enough for you," said Wood. ’ ‘No, sister, I know that, but—’ ‘You needn’t tell me. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. Montague Hill do not interest me in the least.
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