As the night advanced, Mr. ” Anna nodded. The noise of a bolt came to Alderley’s ears. He grasped Lucilla’s elbow. . ’ He let her go. "These are my terms, Sir Rowland," he added, taking a sheet of paper from his pocket, and pushing it towards the knight. There you are! Girl spoilt for life. Presently he caught her puzzled glance, and recollected himself, turning on the charm again. The flat was apparently empty. Only the night before, in the dining room of the Hong-Kong Hotel, she had watched him empty glass after glass of whisky, and shudder and shudder. She dragged the broken bottle across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon her throat. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six.
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