Presently he
heard her voice. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had
risen up between them. She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had
driven him back to the old coat. Wanting his coat, when he must have known that the pockets
were empty! But the effort to talk had cost him something. He glanced up at Roding and met his eyes. You want industry—you want steadiness. This time there wasn't any doubt. Yes, I can readily believe it. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. She had eaten little
or no tea, and her mid-day meal had been worse than nothing. "Here's the door. There is nobody, then?"
"Oh, there is an aunt. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a
time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion.
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