She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. A note of belligerency had crept into his tone. His letter of credit; probably that was it; and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit. He heard Rollo's stump beat a gentle tattoo on the floor. “I shouldn’t have waited,” she said. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support.
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