He was shifting to reach his own weapon, which had fallen in between the pews at the back. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. “This wonderful affection of yours for my sister, does it date from your first meeting with her in Paris?” He hesitated. Had he had the child to think of, he might have recovered from his grief at Mary’s death. He dug about in his mind for a term to fit her, and he came upon the word new. Still, one has to be reasonable. Here he was hotly pursued. ‘Is she the Frenchie we’ve been watching for then, sir?’ The lady’s furious features turned on this new target. At once there came an answering knock. He then stamped upon the hand on the lower bannister, until that also relaxed its gripe. Her cheeks flushed a dull red. Certain simple purposes emerged from the disingenuous muddle of her feelings and desires.
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