I felt—I felt living in a masked world. You don't want me to spoil the story, do you?" "No. During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable resemblance to her. " "True," replied the widow, upon whom all the terrible recollections of the day before crowded, "I know it isn't. "Been to those places?" "No. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. How could she tell him what indeed already began to puzzle herself, why she had borrowed that money at all? The plain fact was that she had grabbed a bait. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. ‘How disappointing,’ mourned Gerald. ” He looked at her intently. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle.
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