“Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse
me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. Guiltily, she felt very little for him, and yet she wondered
what he would be like. Her hair touched
water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. It must be somewhere hereabouts. You did not find him, but did you
find his pistol? In the room beyond the bookroom there—a big room where a
table had fallen. There must be persons tender and loving in this world. Fancying they were alone, Sir Rowland threw aside his cloak, and produced a
heavy bag of money, which he flung upon the table; and, when Wild had feasted
his greedy eyes sufficiently upon its golden contents, he handed him a pocketbook filled with notes.
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