It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful
look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately
acted within its walls. She would have to move on to
a more lawless country soon, Mexico, Columbia, then
cross the sea where she could eventually return to the
chaos of Eastern Europe and the Russias. Was he your natural father? Did you
know him?”
“No, I didn’t. ‘Did I say so? When last heard from
you were claiming some good English name. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—”
Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door
clicked upon them. And you need not
fear that I shall not give back the sword when I have finished using it.
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