’ For the moment I thought it was a telegram from
Gwen. ’
She sipped at the liquid in her glass, but her eyes remained fixed, rather
unnervingly, on Gerald. She was dressed as a white woman should be; and
that for the present satisfied her instincts. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were
something grisly. See!" she added, tearing the rag
from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again,
hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and
crashing beyond the secret door. "Those chops, fried potatoes, and buttered toast. Slowly a mirthless and very unpleasant smile dawned upon his face.
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