‘That—that—why do you
speak of him?’
‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and
watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain. "Won't you take these?"
For a space he merely stared at her, perhaps wondering if she were real. The struggle was
brief, and Gerald stepped aside, the pistol in his possession, while the girl
Melusine stood trembling and glaring. He was a London man of business, spending a small legacy in Paris. "
"Egad, Jack," said Gay, "you should write your adventures. One particularly humiliating thing came out—
humiliating for me. She put out her hands to avoid his embrace. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world,
with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes,
its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much
as an animal goes out to seek food. I’ve to collect my
sword and hat, and then we must get back to London.
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