He came in with his hands in his trousers pockets and a general air of depression in his bearing. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. Has she any funds?" "She must have. He drew her to him with his hands upon her waist. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys bathing in a sunlit pool. “I was hoping to be able to secure a few minutes’ conversation with you, Miss Pellissier. ” “Then perhaps,” she answered, with a new coldness in her tone, “perhaps I really do not care. She almost sprang to her feet. " "Write him," urged Spurlock, finding speech.
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