She
shook her head. "
"That kind of talk makes you sound like a white man. “When you married me——”
Her little hand flashed out across the table. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. “Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!”
For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle. ’
The full story—or as much as Gerald knew—of Valade’s machinations
shocked the old lady so much that she was obliged to recruit her strength with a
refill from the Madeira decanter. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my
wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. But in that reservation it may be she went a little beyond the converse of his
view. She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on
whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join
her in her suffering. Away up on the hillside was the little
country railway station. "I can't tell you!" she replied, blushing deeply, and clinching her little hand as
tightly as possible; "it's a secret!"
"I'll soon find it out, then," he returned, playfully forcing the paper from her
grasp. He shuddered.
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