The doctor walked over to the bed, folded his arms
across his chest and stared down into the unabashed eyes of his patient. CHAPTER III. “Don’t think so,” Drummond answered. . Anyhow, there was some pleasurable satisfaction in knowing where the
quarry would be for the next three weeks. His gray eyes
were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and
panting. One of these, a
lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon
a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by
cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way
Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her
wrist. ’
She simpered, and withdrew one hand so that she might smack his fingers
playfully.
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