Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. “Not at all. "Save me!—save me!" "Damnation!" vociferated Jonathan, savagely. She was acquiring truths, but in a series of shocks rather than by the process of analysis. Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. “Would you mind calling that hansom for me?” He looked at it critically and shook his head. "I'll pledge you in that toast with all my heart.
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