”
“You’re lucky to live in an age when you can do so. The touch of her hands was
pleasurable. Such a mystery as you have set up. I struck him across the face, twisted the steering
wheel of the motor, sprang out myself, and left him for dead on the road with the
motor on top of him. She let out a delighted laugh. Wood had the
advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a
period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the
same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the
shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special
recommendation in female eyes. And at the sight something leaped within her. What was the fellow doing in this part
of the town? Had not Lady Bicknacre said he was living at Paddington?
The Frenchman, booted and neat in buckskin breeches and a plain frockcoat, a
flat-brimmed hat on his head, paused a moment at an intersection with one of the
roads leading north, apparently seeking a street sign. ”
“That is why they hissed me, then?”
“Of course.
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