Wood, who were, furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal tête-à-tête of their own. His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side. By the intense look of him, she guessed that she had just encountered for the first time the boy genius Martin Chen. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. I hope you have learned your lesson now and come to see—come to realize—how things are. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation methods and addresses.
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