“I am afraid,” she said, “that he must have a skeleton key to these rooms. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back.
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