Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door. Where was the message? Where was Gerald? Until he came back, what was there for her to do? Eh bien, it made no sense to do anything. ‘In that case, he is probably already dead, and you have nothing to worry about. They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. Horribly skinny he was, and short too. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. "You shall see him to-morrow. He shrugged and, to Gerald’s relief, made to leave at last.
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