Here was a little corner of the past—a tragic corner. A wild passion of shame and self-disgust swept over her. Ed. “Dear John,” she whispered. But it is the truth. Wood trembled. He had barely settled at his desk in his library, when he was disturbed by two morning callers. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. ” “Ay,” he repeated, looking away from her. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. He had been on the point of leaving the restaurant. As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better chance of winning his wager. One little minute with soap and water, voilà tout. For hours after she had not been sensible to life, only to exquisite echoes. But it was only six-thirty.
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