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Excerpt: ...sometimes burned cigarettes, sometimes a tiny globule of aromatic gum, pretending it propitiated the malice-brooding gods
And, thinking of Malcourt, suddenly he remembered the door-key. Malcourt could not get in without it. And the doors were barred and chained. Slipping the key into his pocket he opened his door, and, treading quietly through the silent house, descended to the great hall. With infinite precaution he fumbled for the chains; they were dangling loose. Somebody, too, had drawn the heavy bars, but the door itself was locked. So he cautiously unlocked it, and holding the key in his hand, let himself out on the terrace. And at the same moment a shadowy figure turned in the starlight to confront him. Shiela! Is that you, Mr. Hamil? Yes. What on earth are you
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