She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to
restrain her tears. Say, that girl fooled me at first glance. It resembled
Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New
Orleans. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the
decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his
attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. Mrs. Mama will be expecting me. If only she had thought to plunge the scissors into her own heart! Hoddy
… to return and find her either gone or dead! But even as the Wastrel's arms
gathered her, there came the sound of hurrying steps on the veranda. I just wanted a breath
of air. Love-making at first hand is dull enough. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. She had pushed
aside her azure veil, taken off her snow-glasses, and sat smiling under her hand
at the shining glories—the lit cornices, the blue shadows, the softly rounded,
enormous snow masses, the deep places full of quivering luminosity—of the
Taschhorn and Dom.
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