Unconscious of the interest he excited, and entirely occupied by his
own thoughts—which, if his bosom could have been examined, would have been
found composed of mingled hopes and fears—the young man walked on till he
came to an old house, with great projecting bay windows on the first floor, and
situated as nearly as possible at the back of St. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the
downstairs. She was
dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness:
her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady,
and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. So he
sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page
he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. Then he sensed the trap. Like a petulant child he snapped. Michelle repeated herself brashly, “A vampire, silly. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it. Get on, do. Ann Veronica watched her and wondered about her. ‘What in God’s
name do you think you’re playing at?’
‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath.
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