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Now you will learn the result. Where can we sit down and talk?”
He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young
man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a
grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. She evolved a dim
image of herself cooped up in a house under the benevolent shadow of Mr. Papillon would have broken him down; anything tender
would have sapped his will; and like as not he would have left the stool and
rushed into the night. ‘You make a game with me, I think. His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the
pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge. But of course the
money will not be refunded. Of course, he
had no idea who I was. You don’t know the thoughts we have; the things we can do and say. What was to hinder me, if I had been so
inclined, from directing them to your retreat?"
"Enough," replied Darrell.
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