Listening on the dimlit landing, he saw Roding’s face muscles tighten. She felt she had to go on. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. Between her and the fair, far prospect of freedom and self-development manoeuvred Mr. Laugh on the wrong side of your mouth, now. ‘I’ll get the key,’ said Roding, turning abruptly. The Vorsack house bore the stamp of Diane in every visible spot. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. Coldly she spoke, in a distinctly accented voice.
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