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Once more Grandison rose to his feet, and once more the complaining voice behind him was heard. Then, with a murmured apology, Grandison sat down just as the third reel of the drama came to a conclusion and the lights were turned on. Stella could see that his face was deadly pale, and that a bead of perspiration stood on his forehead. He was breathing hard, too, as if he found the atmosphere oppressive.
"Shall we stay on?" Stella asked gently. "Or wouldn't it be better to get outside?"