She has been a dear. "How are you off there, Shoplatch?" inquired Kneebone. ”
“What did you say?”
“I said, ‘My dear Veronica! how can you think of such things?’”
“And then?”
“She had two more cups of tea and some cake, and told me of her walk. She was
dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old
embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair
flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of
silver. Then he
relaxed back a little, and let the weapon dangle from his fingers. I don’t want to hear you. I
am certainly no ghost. His
throat filled; he wanted to weep. And
when she learned that she had been doubly cheated, what then? His thoughts
began to fall on her side of the scales, and his own misery grew lighter as he
anticipated hers. She has power over men’s fates in
more ways than one. How can he help you?”
She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his
heart beat to music.
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