“Well?” he asked her tersely. Rousing himself, he went to the door. But I know very well that that word will never be spoken. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed.
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