Too damned
chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. Battle, murder, and sudden
death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it. He'll be here two or three days. She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for
herself. It occurred to her that it was absurd and wrong to be so continuously
thinking of one engrossing topic, and she made a strenuous effort to force her
mind to other questions. “I don’t think I CAN do that,” she said. So while he talked to this girl of work and freedom, his slightly protuberant
eyes were noting the gracious balance of her limbs and body across the gate, the
fine lines of her chin and neck. “Was he really?” She asked, waiting on baited breath. This, then, must be the person whom
he had seen spring upon the western platform at the time of the collision between
the boats.
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