A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or
habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head,
harmonized with her masculine appearance. ’
Gerald frowned in an effort of memory, and then laughed as he recalled one of
the lies she had invented for his benefit. 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. ‘What do you mean?’
‘You have papers of identity, for the Mother Abbess told me so. I have
written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look. "Do you still refuse to make
one!"
"I have made one," replied Lady Trafford.
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