To walk beside him, dressed akin to him,
rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like
stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. Winifred listened to his narration with the profoundest attention; and, when it
concluded, her tearful eye and throbbing bosom told how deeply her feelings had
been interested. ‘Who kills who?’
‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and
leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. "Mur—der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by
whom he was half strangled. The doctor and another man were by his bedside when they
entered the room, and there were writing materials which had evidently been
used close at hand. She could smell his cologne
underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave.
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