The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look. The beautiful gowns and the flashing bare shoulders and arms of the women had disturbed and distressed her. Did you not hear the shot?’ ‘I ain’t saying as I didn’t hear no shot,’ Trodger said carefully, peering at her out of eyes narrowed with interest, ‘but what I do say is, it’s mighty peculiar you saying as how there’s a Frenchman in the case, when it’s as plain as the nose on your face that you’re a Frenchwoman yourself. Forgive me, but you have been looking, have you not, for some employment?” “Quite true!” she answered. Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. “Well,” she achieved at last. She writhed in ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist, then raised her knees to his shoulders. We’ll have Trodger check it out later. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest. 1. 207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name.
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