265 The madness crept around her like smoke under a door. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. “I should really like to find somewhere to stay, if it was only for a few nights. He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at the business-like equipment of the room. ” Annabel shrugged her shoulders. ’ ‘This, monsieur le major, is entirely your own affair,’ said the lady, haughty again. If she had once known him, if he were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening appearance of the night.
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