"By all means," returned Wood; "don't delay an instant. When I've placed another skull and another halter beside them, I shall be contented. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. After knocking for some time at the door without effect, he tried the latch, and to his surprise found it open. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. It seems to me very silly.
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