CHAPTER XVII. The blow was
scarcely dealt, when, with a bound like that of a tiger, Blueskin sprang upon him. This was in Texas. “Why not? Isn’t the whole thing a lie? Isn’t her reputation, this husband of hers,
the ‘Alcide’ business, isn’t it all a cursed juggle? She hasn’t the right to do it. Even as she watched, the sweat of
weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip. What she had termed illuminative now
appeared to be only another phase of the mystery which enveloped the child. In the artificial light her skin had the tint and lustre of a yellow
pearl. “It’s—private. ”
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE:
Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been
transcribed was inconsistent. "He has quite the air of one. "
"Still, you forgot something. She was already a little prepared by her discursive reading and discussion
under the Widgett influence for ideas and “movements,” though
temperamentally perhaps she was rather disposed to resist and criticise than
embrace them. . His kind eyes were puffy with fatigue. She began to draw on her gloves thoughtfully.
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