“What is the exact force of a motif?” she asked at random. "I should as soon have expected the bones
of Tom Sheppard to reunite themselves and walk out of that case, as Thames
Darrell to return. You see, we travelled
second class, and we are in the least known quarter of Paris. He leaned forward,
and looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, and it seemed to him that she
sang back to him with a sudden note of something like passion breaking here and
there through the gay mocking words which flowed with such effortless and
seductive music from her lips. Still, it was rather terrible
to suspect that one had fallen from grace, but nevertheless the thing was
possible. He continued thoughtfully. "We're forgetting," he said. "
"Well, that's fine. ”
“But it is too late,” she declared.
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