She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the
more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. ”
“Check for yourself in the driveway. ‘Pardon, milor’,’ said Valade, ‘but Monsieur Charvill, he was not at fault. She drew it out
with shaking fingers. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole
back to the bungalow to wait. Chapter XXVIII
THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE”
There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the
gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. To tell someone who is kind and who will
understand!"
"There, there!" he said. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute
apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little
table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. There was no one at home, and I was coming away when I saw that the door was
open. You mustn’t go clawing after a man that doesn’t belong to you—that isn’t
even interested in you. Then
he released her hand, and sat back a little, appearing to concentrate his thoughts
on her face. She is English, and apparently in some distress.
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