Chapter IV
THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST
“You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna
said lightly. Only
you seem to me since the time when I knew you in Paris to have changed—to
have changed in some subtle manner which I find at times utterly bewildering. Her hair
was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode;
and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising. No matter how swiftly he pursued this riddle, he could not
bring it to a halt. He did his best not to grin. "
"Let this speak for me," said Sheppard, tossing a heavy bag of money towards
him. "They'll escape. His complexion was pale; and there was something sinister
in the expression of his large black eyes.
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