Captain Roding strode into the parlour. Sir John stood upon the threshold. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. It was instantly burst open, when the horrible stench that issued from it convinced them that it must be a receptacle for the murdered victims of the thief-taker.
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