His countenance was pale
as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of
fear. “Remember that the man will
probably die. I
wonder whether you would mind, Lady Ferringhall,” he went on, with a sudden
glance at her, “if I tell you that you yourself remind me a great deal more of what
she was like then, except of course that your complexion and colouring are
altogether different. ’ She raised the pistol. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a
brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that
goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. The houses were older, the
shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the
crowd, the street-like air was the same. I asked him—to take me away.
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