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How long Grace lay there she could not have told. It was getting towards dinner time when Helen roused her and proceeded to dress her. A clock was striking seven as Grace walked down to the dining-room. Rice was standing in the hall already dressed. He caught Grace roughly by the arm and led her into the library. His face was flushed, his small eyes shot with blood; it filled Grace with vague terror to see that he had been drinking.
-"You are rough," she said. "Your grasp on my arm is painful. If you begin like this and drive me too far----"