" The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. She wanted to take him in her arms and hush him, but she sat perfectly still. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. Somebody ought to talk to him, warn him.
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