” She whispered. “What? She replied, still hazy. ”
She sat quite still looking at him. 260
“Can you turn me into one?”
“Yes, I can turn you into one tonight. Waving a white flag, naturally. The
struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony
he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face
horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. . ”
Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave his moustache
an upward curl before the looking-glass. . But, as soon as he perceived who it was, he roused himself, and
glared fiercely at the intruder from under his bent brows. But, like all your overbearing sex, you must have your own way. The joy of being loved
thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had
nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. She
stepped backwards.
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