Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions
about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid,
pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams
of homework and unable to be reached by phone. A
disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s
table, was only too manifestly sketching her. ‘What a fate he finds for me. And the grotesquest fact was that she did not so much loathe, as
experience with a quite critical condemnation this strange sensation of being
kissed. At this moment, Blueskin
appeared with the lamp, and revealed a horrible spectacle,—the floor deluged
with blood,—various articles of furniture upset,—papers scattered about,—the
murdered man's cloak, trampled upon, and smeared with gore,—his hat, crushed
and similarly stained,—his sword,—the ensanguined cloth,—with several other
ghastly evidences of the slaughterous deed. One realized indeed then
where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed
into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s
more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but
through which one saw—nothing. Jack tried it, and found it locked. Rather a hazardous
spot for a convalescent, and McClintock had been doubtful at first; but Spurlock
declared that he was a good sailor, which was true. "No, Sir Rowland," replied the attendant, "as you proposed to ride to Saint
Albans to-night, I thought you might choose to see him yourself.
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