As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. With a gesture which was without any kind of emotional expression, the manager indicated the silent crumpled figure on the floor and gave the room number. ‘Yes, but I do not know why he should wish to do so, and therefore I cannot permit that he interferes. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth.
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