The Crimson Blind by Fred M. (Frederick Merrick) White
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to her; he forgot all his own troubles and dangers in his sympathy for
the lovely creature in distress. "Pray say no more about it," he cried. He caught the outstretched hand in his and carried it to his lips. "I don't wish to hurry you; in fact, haste is dangerous. And there is ample time. Nor am I going to press you. Still, before long you may find some way to give me a clue without sacrificing a jot of your fine loyalty to--well, others. I would not distress you for the world, Miss Gates. Don't you think that this has been the most extraordinary interview?" The tears trembled like diamonds on the girl's long lashes and a smile flashed over her face. The sudden transformation was wonderfully fascinating. "What you might call an impossible interview," she laughed. "And all the more impossible because it was quite impossible that you could ever have been here before." "When I was in this room two nights ago," David protested, "I saw---" "Did you see me, for instance? If not, you couldn't have been here." A small, misshapen figure, with the face of a Byron--Apollo on the bust of a Satyr--came in from behind the folding doors at the back of the dining-room carrying some letters in his hand. The stranger's dark, piercing eyes were fixed inquiringly upon Steel. "Bell," the latter cried; "Hatherly Bell! you have been listening!" |
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