‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’
It was a portrait. “Very likely. 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. Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her
airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up
the word divorce. "
There was a brief, breathless pause. Everything was very neat; it had evidently been straightened up and
kept for her. You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’
‘West Kent, yes. ”
“Never for a second. And taking the keys, he departed on the
errand. I had no
curiosity of that kind. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar
opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather
attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the
blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round
his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her
gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. He declined to come in. "
"And by whom were they both destroyed?" demanded his sister, raising herself
by a painful effort, and regarding him with a searching glance.
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