Of course, he
had no idea who I was. I wish”—
she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have
quarrelled. She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. ”
“And my heart has ached for him!”
“Oh, no doubt it cut him at the time. Everything was fresh and
bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered
mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the
wayside. I must bless him before I
die. Then the incredible happened. He looked no longer at his wife. ‘Don’t rightly know how you
make that out, you being a French spy and a prisoner and all. . "So I think," replied Kneebone, again applying to the snuff-box, and by that
means escaping the angry glance levelled at him by his companion. ’
She pronounced it with a French inflexion, but Gerald understood her to mean
the English name he knew.
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