She cried
out with the pain of it. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation
that was more sickly than refreshing. The Father did not know of course about her connection with the Valades. ’
She tried to shake his hands off her wrists, but Gerald held them fast and
tutted at her. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a
woman’s crowning experience. Did he see him, this Monsieur
Charvill?’
‘I don’t rightly know, miss,’ confessed Kimble. “You are very good,” she said. The
child was still safe. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis
Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. How could she tell him of the
evil that drew her and drew her, as a needle to the magnet?—the fascinating evil
that even now, escaped as it was, went on distilling its poison in her mind?
"Yes, yes!" said the doctor. Stanley poured wine. I was reduced to
170
a fool, for there were many pretty women from all walks
of life in that teeming city.
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