‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. He was a
just man, and he did not care to start any thunder which was not based upon
fairness. ‘Now then, missie. John’s father piped up, bored with the conversation,
and asked, “Where do you get your blue eyes, Lucy?
What nationality are you?”
“I’m mostly Italian, but I get my blue eyes from my
mother, who was Gypsy. ’
Gerald unfolded his arms and threw his hands in the air. The young man opposite was straining his ears to listen to
their conversation. In the little
apartment, under the gas chandelier, his inches and his stoop were certainly very
effective. You can have no shecrets from me. There,
hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red
canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach
below the knee. He was smiling under his
heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her.
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