It was debauching, this—a devilish art which drew such strange allurements from a face and figure almost Madonna-like in their simplicity. still a kid!” He said. “To begin with, I was—I was in the divorce court. To find the incentive! But how? Thither and yon the idea roved, seeking the way. It was a habit of his to talk to himself. She thought her niece very hard and very self-possessed and self-confident. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. Then for a time she forgot the Fadden affair altogether. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. I couldn’t sit down for a week!” “Oh, how terrible for you. Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. . And not a worthy tome in sight. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand.
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