"I have killed her," exclaimed Jack, dropping the bar,—"by your advice, Thames. While the carpenter irresolutely quitted the room, with a strong presentiment of ill upon his mind, a light quick step was heard descending the stairs, and before he could call out to prevent it, a man was admitted into the passage. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. It was just a chance that we in particular hit against each other—nothing predestined about it. Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without.
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