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Ennison stood still for a
moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger. "What did the old fellow judge from, eh, Joan?" asked he. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. ”
She wondered what to. “No! No no no no no no no!” She ran towards them,
her arms outstretched, but he blocked her. That won’t involve references, as a bank
account would—and all that sort of thing. The door was fastened by a catch and a latch with an inside key, to which at
night a chain and two bolts were added. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and
when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times
when shrieking would have relieved her.
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