His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. ” “Well?” “I went from Anna’s flat to Nigel Ennison’s rooms. Here were the passionate lovers! What their past had been he neither cared nor craved to know. While he was thus occupied, he felt a rough grasp upon his arm, and presently afterwards Ben's lips approached close to his ear. ‘Are you going to come quietly, mademoiselle?’ he demanded with grim determination.
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