’ ‘Remenham House,’ exclaimed Trodger, who had been watching this interchange open-mouthed. And, with a glance of malignant exultation, he quitted the vault, and locked the door. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. His kisses drew deeper, he started unlacing her dress. Her head dipped deeply into the current, and she narrowly escaped being swamped. No, don’t let me call myself that. The policemen were closing in from the sides to intervene. There would be ultimate misery, but it would be needless cruelty to give her a push toward it.
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