"Mr. . The light of memory flashed in the man’s face. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. “Go from me, husband!” With a flourish he brought her arms behind her and her body was slammed to the floor. She found herself anxious to read more of him, and the next Wednesday she went to the British Museum and hunted first among the half-crown magazines for his essays and then through various scientific quarterlies for his research papers. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it.
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