The man’s statement was explicit, and spoken with confidence. " The Wastrel laughed. The blaze, however, was sufficient to reveal to the thief-taker the features of his intended assassin. His tone changed, becoming a little more moderate. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. " "Well, if they send you to prison, I'll be outside when they let you go. Yet you can look Cheveney in the face and declare that you do not know him. See paragraph 1. Oh, I grew fond of you as the years went by. One can't help being jealous, you know, even of an unworthy object. ” He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his retreating footsteps.
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