It is a plain case
of alcoholic stupor. ‘Oh, you are making a game with me. But in that reservation it may be she went a little beyond the converse of his
view. “You know,” he muttered, “you know quite well that your troubles are far more
likely to weigh upon me than my own. How is she?”
“My sister is quite well, thank you,” she answered. ”
“How could you!” She exclaimed. "
"A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face
as sly as a fox's?"
"Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's
not amiss. Whatever she does is minimized. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as
her own. Monsieur is going inside perhaps?”
But Sir John’s eyes were still riveted upon the poster, and his heart was beating
with unaccustomed force.
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