Believe me, Anna. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. ’ ‘Ah, that explains your surprise. " "My penance forbids it," said Trenchard, waving his hand. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. Just this? Parbleu, did he think this was enough? She did not wish to marry him—at least, not just because he was an Englishman. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. ‘You have rifled his papers.
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