At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his
table at her. I overlooked the
mechanical imperfections of your work, the utter lack of finish, the crudeness of
your drawing. Besides, how
am I to ride home without them?"
"Don't distress yourself," returned Jack, "you shall walk. He drove her to the Beck
house, pulling up behind Cathy's red Nissan. Her
companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest
mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black
sheath by his side. "I guessed as much. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the
party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall.
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