Monsieur Valade heaved a gusty sigh, and Gerald, with heavy diplomacy and
a forced heartiness of manner, turned the subject. On the contrary, his glass was never idle, and finding it not filled quite so
frequently as he desired, he applied himself, notwithstanding the expressive
looks and muttered remonstrances of Mr. Stanley, produced a portrait
from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. "What about it?"
"Enschede. I
have nothing, nothing that can possibly be passion for you. "Let me see the earth thrown over her," implored Jack; "and take me where you
please. ”
He released her hand and talked in eager undertones against an auditory
background of urgency and distress. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where
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it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but
mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long
white gown.
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