Purney's hand-writing," said Jack, advancing, "and
can at once decide whether this is a forgery or not. ‘One
of your countrymen, perhaps?’
The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the
darkness. "
Something reached down into his heart and twisted it. Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face
110
wide and square. " A prophecy which was to be fulfilled in a singular way. ’
‘Gad, there is someone there,’ exclaimed Hilary beside him, shading his eyes
with one hand. "
"A clever device," replied Jonathan; "but it won't serve your turn. ” He intoned. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes
wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil,
she fell asleep. 1.
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