A shaft of searing heat plunged
downward. The chamber rang with
her shrieks. A faint buzz above the ceiling witnessed that
petrography, too, was active. However the taste of the architecture may be questioned, which was the
formal French style of the period, the general effect was imposing. " She paused. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion
demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin,
with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set
about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. A moistened velvet touch found her tongue. One doesn’t realize that even the sort of
civilization one has at Morningside Park is held together with difficulty. It took
my breath away. She read on and on, now thrilled by the
swiftly moving drama, now enraptured by the tender passages of love. “Not too bad. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away
with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. ”
Chapter XVIII
ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE”
Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was
obviously meant for him alone. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even
heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether
her aunt was dead or alive.
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