"This
gash," he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger
of Tom Thurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. “In Paris. ”
Miss Miniver’s manner became impressive. She had behaved in every way perfectly. “Dear me!” he said. If you choose to
requite me by detaining me, you are at liberty to do so. 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. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. Actually, he had come all this distance simply to fulfil a certain clause in his
contract with Fate, to be in Canton on this particular day. She turned quickly. Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep
and refreshing slumber. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his
elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. He was absolutely unable to focus his ideas. “I trust you altogether. Strange,
demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion and eyes, and a style
about her, too.
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