‘I should not dream of forcing my attentions on you. Your pursuers are below. Noiselessly, his booted feet stepping with careful restraint, he started forward, signalling to Roding to follow. "The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood. CHAPTER THE THIRD THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS Part 1 Two days after came the day of the Crisis, the day of the Fadden Dance. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. Next moment, she had shut the bookshelf panel upon him. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones and other missiles. Catching hold of his chin, he bent back the neck, while with his left hand he pulled out a clasp knife, which he opened with his teeth, and grasping Wild's head with his arm, notwithstanding his resistance, cut deeply into his throat.
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