He pushed his chair back. The picture that had been spread before his inward eyes had furled itself up, and he knew by experience that it might not unfurl itself again that night. Balked in your leap you had to crouch and steady yourself for the second effort. And then it occurred to him that he had locked the cottage door, and that the Venerable might have returned unexpectedly from Windover. He got up and opened the bedroom door. The stairs and the lower part of the cottage were in darkness, but at the foot of th…
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