Yes—as he would have liked. Clearing the recess the instant
after his companion, he flew to the door of the inner room, and, locking it, took
out the key. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and
she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. His name was
Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of
public executioner.
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