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Bennett, Arnold, 1867-1931

"The Price of Love"

Best to be on the safe side. It's not quite
like one of her usual attacks. She's been upset. She actually went
downstairs."
"I thought I heard somebody. Did you hear her, then?"
"No, she rang for me afterwards. There's a little electric bell over
my bed, from her room."
"And I heard that too," said Louis.
"Will you ask Dr. Yardley to come at once?"
"I'm off," said he. "What a good thing I wasn't in bed!"
"What a good thing you're here at all!" Rachel murmured, suddenly
smiling.
He was waiting anxiously for her to leave the room again. But instead
of leaving it she came to the fireplace and looked behind the screen.
He trembled.
"Oh! That kettle _is_ there! I thought it must be!" And picked it
up.
Then, with the kettle in one hand, she went to a large cupboard let
into the wall opposite the door, and opened it.
"You know Park Road, I suppose?" she turned to him.
"Yes, yes, I'm off!"
He was obliged to go, surrendering the room to her. As he descended
the stairs he heard her come out of the room. She was following him
downstairs. "Don't bang the door," she whispered. "I'll come and shut
it after you."
The next moment he had undone the door and was down the front steps
and in the solitude of Bycars Lane.


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