Clearing the recess the instant
after his companion, he flew to the door of the inner room, and, locking it, took
out the key. The girl in the forward chair raised herself a little, the better to see the gorgeous
blue palanquin of the dimly visible bride. Not so Gosse. His large, coarse lips drew
wider apart. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a
broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his
battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were
darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to
bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. "
"But you will,—won't you?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in the face. She despises me, I suppose. Listening on the dimlit landing, he saw Roding’s
face muscles tighten.
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