“Hold on. . ’ *** Gerald Alderley stepped out of a house he had been visiting in Hamilton Place and the door closed behind him. By the time John returned with popcorn and a large Coke, the theater had filled up with high-school kids. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. Then, her body still tense with the atoms of anger, she sat down upon the edge of the bed and rocked from side to side. He reached for her, and she struck savagely. Hearing the spring touched, he dashed through on the instant, and struck down the person who presented himself, with his bludgeon. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose.
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