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“It’s a way of avoiding explanations. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. One night, she drew close to him in bed, trying to warm herself by embracing his back. Her lips parted, but no words came. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. ‘But of course. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. Get you gone. He waited the pleasure of Monsieur. "Hear! hear!" vociferated Quilt. " "'Ouns!" ejaculated Terence, in alarm, "would you turn snitch on your old pal, Quilt?" "Ay, if he plays a-cross," returned Quilt. .
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