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Why should he
stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his
head?
CHAPTER III
He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of
trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without
her asking!
The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog. Drummond took up a cigarette and lit it. Go back
at once, please. All we have to apprehend is a rescue. No good at all. “I too am asked. “Look at our affair,” he went on, looking up at her. How's that strike you?"
"Very well, sir. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment
to become more stormy and more terrible. ”
“How?”
“Well—a little clumsily. He was
wrapped in a loose dressing-gown of light material, and stood near the corner
where the women's dresses had just been thrown down, quite out of sight of all
the party, except Mrs. ”
Brendon rose and came towards her with outstretched hand. “It may not be
just and so forth, but, after all, it is how things are. She
was for ever scanning luggage and finding her way about the world, via these
miniature pictures. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands.
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