” “What ball?” The question was rhetorical. If you’ll forgive my saying that, and implying what goes with it. Wood scarcely knew where he was. She felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her dreams. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. Recovery impossible. He heard the struggle on the landing, the fall of the heavy body, the groan,—and excited almost to frenzy by his fears, he succeeded in forcing open the door. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs.
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