Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. Shari was snoring soundly. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. "Jack," said the other, sternly; "don't provoke me further, or I'll give you a thrashing.
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