’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. He was shifting to reach his own weapon, which had fallen in between the pews at the back. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. "It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that.
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