The Primadonna by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford
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look asked her whether he was to carry out her previous instructions
and walk beside her, she shook her head. 'Nine times out of ten, proverbs are true,' he said in a tone of amusement. Mr. Van Torp's hard face expressed no triumph when Margaret stood beside him, ready to walk. She had yielded, as he had been sure she would; he turned from the other passengers to go round to the weather side of the ship, and she went with him submissively. Just at the point where the wind and the fine spray would have met them if they had gone on, he stopped in the lee of a big ventilator. There was no one in sight of them now. 'Excuse me for making you get up,' he said. 'I wanted to see you alone for a moment.' Margaret said nothing in answer to this apology, and she met his fixed eyes coldly. 'You were with Miss Bamberger when she died,' he said. Margaret bent her head gravely in assent. His face was as expressionless as a stone. 'I thought she might have mentioned me before she died,' he said slowly. 'Yes,' Margaret answered after a moment's pause; 'she did.' |
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