“And, after all, I am just one common person!” She watched the throb of the arteries in the stem of her neck, and put her hand at last gently and almost timidly to where her heart beat beneath her breast. ’ ‘I think he only wants to help you, miss,’ offered Jack. “I am afraid,” she said, “that he must have a skeleton key to these rooms. Don't unman him. The poor boy, wanting his empty coat! The incident, however, caused her to review the recent events. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. He had not to wait long. Perhaps I'd better open it now.
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