" "A key!" exclaimed Wood eagerly. Earles closed the piano with a little bang. So he marched into the street, primarily bent upon making the favourable discovery. ” He said. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. Standing before a mirror set on a dresser between the windows, two hands frozen in the act of adjusting a wide-brimmed hat on her head, stood a lady in a dark riding habit, her startled features turned towards the door. ” He paused with a sense of ineptitude. ‘Where the devil have you been?’ ‘Consorting with a nun in the gardens. "Where is he?" he cried. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. ” “You can’t be killed?” He asked.
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