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While he trod a deliberate path through the pink saloon towards the door,
Gerald encouraged a flow of harmless chatter about the people Madame had met
and the parties she had attended. The young
lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished. As he crossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the
floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, he
found it was a key. Still, the respite was sufficient for Spurlock to look
about for some weapon. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s
dinner. Jonathan threw open the street-door. I was happy to oblige
them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all
the miserable sun.
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