Next moment, she had shut the bookshelf panel upon him. . She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. ‘You’re as mad as she is, Gerald. “Let me help you,” he begged. Jonathan cast a hasty glance around, to see that all was properly arranged for his purpose; placed a chair with its back to the door; disposed the lights on the table so as to throw the entrance of the room more into shadow; and then flung himself into a seat to await Sir Rowland's arrival. ***** From the comatose state, Spurlock passed into that of the babbling fever; but that guarding instinct which is called subconsciousness held a stout leash on his secret. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing.
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