Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. "Vill this do?" demanded the constable, taking the candle from the lantern, the better to display the narrow limits of the hole. She was glad to join in the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. ‘But I do not pay this penalty. “I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. If I were to marry you now I should feel a dependent being all my life—a sort of parasitical creature without blood or muscle. The last of Jarvis’s harlots must have departed in a hurry, for she had apparently left a roomful of clothes. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet.
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