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I do not want to hear from you even the threat of disobedience. . “DON’T!” she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. Swiftly she ran her hands over the carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again. She looked paler than ever; but her countenance, though bewildered, did not exhibit the alarm which might naturally have been anticipated from the strange and perplexing scene presented to her view. She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. It seemed at first the most beautiful afternoon of all time to her, and perhaps the thrill of her excitement did add a distinctive and culminating keenness to the day. “Perhaps that is only sleeping,” he said. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street.
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