”
“Isn’t it enough that I love you? Turn me now. She leaped to a
world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations. She made noises between weeping and laughter as she went. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in
place with rigid control. And for my part, if I were inclined to exercise my benevolence at all, it
should be in favour of some more deserving object than that whining,
hypocritical Magdalene. The
struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony
he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face
horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. ‘Why, that’s one of the names with
which she tried to fob me off. ”
She laughed heartily, and became as suddenly grave.
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