” With a murmured word of excuse she glided away, and Courtlaw, who had come with a mission which seemed to him to be one of life or death, was left to listen to the latest art jargon from Chelsea. At this time of day the priest would be at his apartments in Brewer Street, a short walk away from Golden Square which the building overlooked. He thought of his severe attitude towards the girl who was rightly and with contempt refusing his measured help. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No. You say that this gentleman was with you?” “I was,” Brendon answered, “most providentially. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. ‘In that case, he is probably already dead, and you have nothing to worry about.
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