But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know
better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor. “You cannot! Oh,
you cannot. Her spirit awoke in
dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had
come to them. I want to
know more about her. ” He stuttered. He lit a cigarette and loitered
about. Now what? There was an interest, or why ask
him who they were. The room was papered with green, large-patterned
paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other
chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz,
which also supplied the window-curtain. ’
‘Dieu du ciel,’ burst from mademoiselle as she jumped up. She donned her gloves. ‘You do not try. Both husband
and wife affected an unnatural ease of manner for the benefit of the efficient
parlor-maid, who was putting the finishing touches to the sideboard
arrangements. "I've done all I can to the
portrait here. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains. ‘Been led up the
garden path by that confounded rapscallion.
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