Chapter 22
The first thing he saw when he opened the door of the room at the top of the house was the fire. A fire. He hadn't ordered a fire. He must look into that. That officious slattern Lizzie-- Then, before he had recovered from this, he had another shock. Lucy was on the hearthrug, her head leaning against the sofa, sound asleep. So that's what she had been doing,-just going comfortably to sleep, while he-- He shut the door and walked over to the fireplace and stood with his back to it looking down at her. Even his heavy tread didn't wake her. He had shut the door in the way that was natural, and had walked across the room in the way that was natural, for he felt no impulse in the presence of sleep to go softly. Besides, why should she sleep in broad daylight? Wemyss was of opinion that the
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