"The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her. I do not choose the vicomte, for that would be foolish. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. You will wonder why he did not hold the pearls until Father returned.
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