”
Sir John’s head bent lower and lower. “Why do you kill me?” Michelle asked. Though Gerald must suppose it was
inevitable she should eventually come here. “Absolutely platonically,” she said. The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now
by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her
lips. And if the woman is not
a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. Why was he there? why did
the tempter dare to invade that sacred spot! She could not answer her own
questions, but vague fearful suspicions passed through her mind. Why, there's another party on the stair-head inquiring arter scullers; and, by the
mass! they appear in a greater hurry than any on us. I have calculated my chances, you perceive. "Well, I won't dispute your judgment in such matters, Mr.
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