The Frenchman had moved back into Piccadilly from Down Street, at which
the lad following him had immediately sauntered away a yard or two. He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers. I wouldn’t even have to use very
much gasoline. She would have to move on to
a more lawless country soon, Mexico, Columbia, then
cross the sea where she could eventually return to the
chaos of Eastern Europe and the Russias. She hissed
in a breath and his eyes met hers. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to
keep her thus imprisoned. “This,” he exclaimed, “must be either the indifference of an utterly callous
nature, or it may be—ye gods, it may be—innocence. . With his tongue
lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to
face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. ‘Italian adventurer,’ explained her fiance briefly. "Well, what can you expect, guzzling poison like that?
Are you returning with us to Hong-Kong in the morning?"
"No. She thought then that she
had shaken off the man of the bulging blue eyes forever, but that night she found
he followed her into her dreams.
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