Then he opened the study door and called “Mollie!” and returned to assume an attitude of authority on the hearthrug, before the blue flames and orange glow of the gas fire. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. Even there a woman never gets a fair chance. “What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation.
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