She called them back very soon. "
"Force the door," said Thames, "or you will be too late. And the less “anything” happened the better. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean. Was he pleased?”
“Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?”
“Not a bit. He reminds me of a slave I once had in
Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. A
full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of
"right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him
of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and
bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. She would come back and write letters,
carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from
Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and
think. Earles drew out his cheque book. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest
apparel. ’
‘Excellent,’ Gerald had approved.
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