I am suspected of having shot the man. He glanced at Ruth (who had stood with her back to the wall, pinned there throughout the contest by terror and the knowledge of her own helplessness), then at the bronze menace, and calculated correctly that this particular adventure was finished. Shy, grateful in her loneliness for this unexpected attention, she had listened. “The women are taking it up,” said Miss Miniver; “the women and the common people, all pressing forward, all roused. ‘It looked to me as if he was playing games with Madame Valade,’ Lucilla said frankly. We stepped from the Embassy into the motor—and oh! I thought that he was dead. Will you let your servant call me a hansom,” she continued, opening the door before he could reach her side. Nothing could occupy her attention long today, unless it concerned her situation. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. "If any one's to blame, it's me. Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to the window with a torch. "I swear it," rejoined Jonathan, readily.
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