He's coming. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. Thanksgiving Day morning, Shari woke Lucy a half an hour before the sounding of the alarm. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. "It is easy to make an assertion like this," said Thames, contemptuously. Why should he stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his head? CHAPTER III He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without her asking! The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog. Her little white hand stole across the table. However, confession of a fault makes half amends for it. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. Pity you aren’t under my command. “What’s wrong with having witchcraft books? Is she afraid that the Princeton Hill villagers will burn you at stake?” Lucy asked sarcastically. A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. She had adored the stupid thing, and kept it in her pocket for about ten years. “Been sitting on the doorstep almost for two hours.
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