It might kill him if he could not open the door instantly.

Or, again, supposing that she holds out until he has undressed and gone to bed?
He will start up at the first sound and rush across the open quadrangle--Lord knows if he would wait to put on his dressing-gown-- to get the key from me.

In his state of health, and with these nights falling chilly, he would take his death." So Brother Copas contented himself with turning the key in the wards and pointing to it.
"She is going to bed," he whispered.

"Supperless, you understand.
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