How could you draw the curtain aside which hides the great and holy places of
life—you, who have never loved?”
“You have become French to the core,” she murmured. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet
lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman
eyes. And then at the street corner she came face to
face with Nigel Ennison. “What a gloomy person you are!” she murmured. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of
indecorous humor. He stared at the woman depicted thereon for a
long moment, awe in his head. Sorvelli caught me! In Fourth
Grade, I broke my arm because I tripped on a metal
doorway. I never let her read stories, or have pets, dolls. The Procession to Tyburn
462
XXXII. "
"Peace!" retorted Jack, with increased bitterness. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her
red brocade dress as she slipped outside. But I'll be more lenient,
and content myself with merely chastising you, on condition—"
"You may do as you please, master," interrupted Jack, thrusting his hand into his
pocket, as if in search of the knife; "but I wouldn't advise you to lay hands on me
again.
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