1. "Amazement!" cried Wild. "For me—his master, Mr. “I never planned it—And now I have begun—”
She felt acutely that he was entitled to explanations, and as acutely that
explanations were impossible that night. ‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’
But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. Her fancy dress, save for
the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered
ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. She chuckled. “You are the most perfect, the most glorious of created things—tender, frank
intellectual, brave, beautiful. The lady reseated
herself, watching him expectantly. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes
were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. Let me engage myself.
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