The Bittermeads Mystery by E. R. (Ernest Robertson) Punshon
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"I should like to see you," she answered. "I think I have a curiosity to see you." "I should think you could do that well enough," he said in the same low, mumbled tones. "No," she answered. "I can only see some very untidy hair and a pair of eyes--not very nice eyes, rather frightening eyes. I should like to see the rest of your face some day so as to know what it's like." "Perhaps you shall--some day," he said. "Is that a threat?" she asked. "It sounded like one." "Perhaps," he answered. She laughed lightly and turned away. "You make me very curious," she said. "But then, you've always done that." She went back to her seat by her mother, and he walked on moodily to the house. Mrs. Dawson said to Ella: "How can you talk to that man, my dear? I think he looks perfectly dreadful--hardly like a human being." |
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