Lucy stood in front of the piano. A silver necklace enhanced the dusky beauty of her neck. In truth, she had been quite glad to lose the argument about remaining while the bullet was dug out of Jack’s side. While he thus vented his rage, the door again opened, and Quilt Arnold rushed into the room, bleeding, and half-dressed. She cried out in pain, then in pleasure as he thrust himself into her. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties.
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