‘I’ll get the key,’ said Roding, turning abruptly. Fortescue rambled round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against the wall. “You underestimate your own sickness, and the ill humors that struck you may strike again. . A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. She remained stonily in the middle of the hallway until the spinsters' door shut them from view … for ever.
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