“You promised faithfully to be there,” he said slowly. Startled by this circumstance, he looked around, and perceived that the trap-door,—which has been mentioned as communicating with a secret staircase,—was open. “If you wish,” he said, “I will go there in the morning and see what can be done for him. Suddenly he understood what had happened. “It’s odd—I have no doubt in my mind that what we are doing is wrong,” he said. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. Whisky kills him suddenly; it does not sap him gradually. I waited for them to get right out of the grounds. Everybody, he felt, must be listening behind their papers. He sat down.
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