The Bed Room
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XIX. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the
door, umbrella sheathed. “Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. We're all safe!"
"Don't lose a moment then," cried Jack, forcing himself into the aperture, while
the Amazon, assisted by Bess, pulled him through it. “Listen! There was a Meysey Hill in Paris, an American
railway millionaire. She had never seen her sitting on tables nor
heard her discussing theology, and had failed to observe that the graceful figure
was a natural one and not due to ably chosen stays. ‘She’s terrified. She had even played in an opera by Verdi once, but
had to dress as a boy to do it. A great
bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the
background of a deep brown wall.
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