It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. We have him as safe as a linnet in a cage; and could wring his neck round as easily. 265 The madness crept around her like smoke under a door. The Red Room. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. It’s awkward, but we’ll get round it somehow. I suppose I believe in God. “Do you need me to tell you? You have tasted the luxury of power.
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