"
"You'll dance upon nothing, presently," rejoined Jonathan, brutally. How I wish I
might meet this delightful mystery lady of yours. "But to the point," continued Wild, unconscious of the peril in which the remark
had placed him,—"to the point. She
would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard,
even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory
of his ardor. \"
They talked until midnight most nights. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray. The faithful fellow will never leave me.
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