Mary Roberts Rinehart

Mary Roberts Rinehart

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Portrait of Mary Roberts Rinehart Mary Roberts Rinehart The Circular Staircase — Chapter XXVIII (1908)

At the foot of the circular staircase Mr. Winters was still asleep. Hardly able to stand, I crept back to my room. The door into Gertrude's room was no longer locked: she was sleeping like a tired child. And in my dressing-room Liddy hugged a cold hot-water bottle, and mumbled in her sleep.
"There's some things you can't hold with handcuffs," she was muttering thickly.
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Portrait of Mary Roberts Rinehart Mary Roberts Rinehart The Circular Staircase — Chapter XXVIII (1908)

We had one peaceful day—then Liddy took sick in the night. I went in when I heard her groaning, and found her with a hot-water bottle to her face, and her right cheek swollen until it was glassy.
"Toothache?" I asked, not too gently. "You deserve it. A woman of your age, who would rather go around with an exposed nerve in her head than have the tooth pulled!
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Portrait of Mary Roberts Rinehart Mary Roberts Rinehart The Circular Staircase — Chapter XXVIII (1908)

The habits of a lifetime made him cautious. He slipped on to the bumper of a car and peered through. An automobile had struck the car, and stood there on two wheels. The tail lights were burning, but the headlights were out. Two men were stooping over some one who lay on the ground. Then the taller of the two started on a dog-trot along the train looking for an empty. He found one four cars away and ran back again. The two lifted the unconscious man into the empty box-car, and, getting in themselves, stayed for three or four minutes.
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