A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his. "Who
knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it
up, he thrust it into his pocket. ‘Only me name,’ Kimble said apologetically. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested. The less said, therefore, on this point the better;
because, as nothing is to be gained by it, it would only be trouble thrown away. That is very certain. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. ’
‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and
brought out his elegant pistol. And turning again, as if the emotions she had
churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there
stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. "
"Not in the least, Sir," replied Tom, in a drowsy tone, and with a look seeming to
imply that he was too much accustomed to odd noises at night to heed them.
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