” Lucy yanked him into the hidden door to Room 109, a door to the backstage that looked like the entrance to a broom closet. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. Superimposed was the agitating thought of what would follow the death of this unwelcome guest: confusion, poking authorities, British and American red tape. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery.
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