” He
stated, trying to maintain his calm. Had she said the words aloud? He pulled her
close and she nuzzled her head on his chest. During detention she orchestrated Ray Plote's murder. Flattened flowers aren’t
for the likes of us. “Let’s go home. ”
She stood up and held her arms toward him. His countenance was pale
as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of
fear. . One thing—he could be thankful for
that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an
end now and not matter in the least. For
the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and
walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less
crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments. “But your hair,” he gasped.
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