“Why, he would curse me if he knew, and loathe me to his dying day.”
She took a few hasty steps forward, and then staggered and stopped short.
“I must have been mad!” she panted. “Am I so bad as that?”
She hurried towards the house, and narrowly missed her late partner as she reached one of the windows.
Thank heaven! she was not too late. There sat Claire where she had left her. No: it was some other lady.
She hurried in as quickly as she could without exciting notice.
Where was Claire?
She went from room to room, but she was not visible.
Where was Richard Linnell?
Nowhere to be seen.