’ Gerald’s jaw tightened. ” Lucy yanked him into the hidden door to Room 109, a door to the backstage that looked like the entrance to a broom closet. But this wild scheme was speedily abandoned; and, nerved by despair, the carpenter resolved to hazard an attempt, from the execution, almost from the contemplation, of which he had hitherto shrunk. We'll have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your wife to death. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being. ’ He quirked an eyebrow. She is English, and apparently in some distress. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. “Hey,” he said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the soft blackness.
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