by Edith Wharton (Author)

HUBERT GRANICE, pacing the length of his pleasant lamp-lit library, paused to compare his watch with the clock on the chimney-piece. Three minutes to eight. In exactly three minutes Mr. Peter Ascham, of the eminent legal firm of Ascham and Pettilow, would have his punctual hand on the door-bell of the flat. It was a comfort to reflect that Ascham was so punctual-the suspense was beginning to make his host nervous. And the sound of the door-bell would be the beginning of the end-after that there'd be no going back, by God-no going back

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