He had not proceeded far when he encountered Sir Rowland, who, having missed his attendant, had returned to look after him. Indeed, a note of weeping broke her voice for a moment as she burst out, “You know as well as I do that money was a loan!” “Loan!” “You yourself called it a loan!” “Euphuism. "Do you know this picture?" he added, with another significant look, and pointing to the miniature. " "I expect no commiseration," returned Mrs. ” His eyes were burning. \" He commented heartily, wiping the sweat from his brow with his hand. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. ‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion. "Sir Rowland must be gone. ” “Who says I don’t? Didn’t you used to live in Arkansas?” “Alabama. It doesn’t matter. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains.
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