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His knees struck the door, and there was a dull thuun to him A sudden rustle in the darkness of the room and then a sleepy voice, soft and quick, as of a wo with a start

"Who is it?"

His heart ceased beating, his body grew stiff and iain the voice, a touch of alarm in it now: "Is that you, Donnox?"

She spoke in Gerht He could not answer, could not move The paralysis of indecision was upon him

"How is it that the outer door is open?"

This ti like a reprimand in the tones, still low He al eyes