"A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question—leveleyed and level-toned. Cased and ribbed with stone, and
braced with horizontal beams of timber, the piles, which formed the foundation
of these jetties, had resisted the strong encroachments of the current for
centuries. She possessed
what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of
breeding. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and
a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet
breathing body of his leader. If you love me, do not allude to this
subject again. The general did what he might to hush it up, and paid
handsomely to manage it, I daresay. “What ought she to do?”
“Suppose you—”
“Yes, suppose I—”
He felt that his advice was being asked. She heard her husband’s
heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. He was not addicted to
monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a
universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was
one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!”
The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. She was weeping now.
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