It did not take a mind reader to glean that she had
suddenly gained the boy’s obsessive attention. Manning, Lady Palsworthy’s nephew, a tall young man of seven-and-thirty with
a handsome, thoughtful, impassive face, a full black mustache, and a certain
heavy luxuriousness of gesture. “Just leave them with me for now, Clotilde. “We have,” he said, “to be the utmost friends. In any
event, I brought her to the convent and we had her locked up separately, and told
’em both they’d be taken into custody as soon as Valade was fit to go. Ray Plote would
not leave a written explanation. “I don’t think she will,” she said. It seemed to him that speech
would be an anticlimax. I looked
upon you from the first as the most promising of my pupils. The place was gloomy,
with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. You could not have aided and assisted us more effectively
by trying to drown yourself in the sea. Gay, was a stout,
good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an
oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish
humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd
and sarcastic curl. The Night-Cellar. His arm
fell to his side.
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