‘Who has begun this but you?’ Gerald barely heard her. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. “The Widgetts,” she said. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward. A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell.
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