” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. “I thought you weren’t keeping up to the mark. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Winifred pointed to the door. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe.
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