It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. They were looking for a guide. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. It’s no good. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’ Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door, Roding behind him. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. There was some justification for her annoyance, for negotiation of the secret passage demanded either a stout heart, or a desperate one. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. Then the dagger’s point came in a whirling arc towards his face.
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