“I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever
made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street
boarding-house. ’
She put in her request for this requirement immediately on returning to the
little parlour downstairs, and instantly fell foul of Captain Roding again. Me, I prefer to forget that I have such a father. ’
‘Who was to know if you would find your place?’ countered Martha. It was his heart. Nothing seemed to be amiss. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her
into thinking it was her own image. "But they will find the
evidences of slaughter in the other room,—the table upset,—the bloody cloth,—
the dead man's sword,—the money,—and my memorandum, which I forgot to
remove. \" He commented heartily, wiping
the sweat from his brow with his hand. He smiled at Ruth as she turned away from the bed, smiled
with both his mouth and eyes; and she knew that here would be a man of heart as
well as of science. If he died, here in this hotel, who would
care? Or if she died, who would care?
A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of
trying to forget. She would just have to show up and hope for the
best. He flung Ruth aside, careless whether she fell or
not. "Suppose we go and have tea?
I'd like to take you to a teahouse I know, but we'll go to the
Victoria instead. Hogarth,"
remarked Jack, dejectedly.
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