And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek. She was powerless to move from her chair. ” He came towards her with that in his face which filled her with blind terror. Hurry. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. He sat on the bed, throwing aside his hat. "Alone?" "Not exactly, Sir.
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