C. Monsieur is going inside perhaps?”
But Sir John’s eyes were still riveted upon the poster, and his heart was beating
with unaccustomed force. Horribly skinny he was, and short too. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if
they were drawn in ink. . "
"Would you like to have me read to you?"
He did not answer. Shall I sew it on for you?"
"If you wish. "
"How long will you be here?"
"To-morrow night. We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be
great and intimate friends. What a fool I was to separate the two in my mind. He had pictured her, if indeed she had
ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear,
starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. I done just what you
asked. And if I cared to have him come every
day, why shouldn’t he? I find him very amusing and very useful as well. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute
apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little
table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. He's a cutie.
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