”
She spat in his face. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. “No man can realize,” she said, “what that pit can
be. But that Chink, Ah Cum! O'Higgins chuckled as he passed into the hall and
rested his hand on the newel-post of the staircase. “I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. You complain of a condition, but you leave the correction to someone
else. And what did she do? Not only
did she cut his hand in her rage, but she refused to let him help her, and then she
ran away from him.
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