She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. ” Inwardly, she laughed at the idea of him trying to beat on her, flailing, his arms akimbo. Ah Cum explained. “I can’t. ’ ‘Married?’ ‘I did mention Madame Valade, did I not?’ At that, a growl of startling ferocity escaped her lips. John stared palely. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. To die intestate was unforgiveably irresponsible. When she saw however that this man was a stranger, and obviously harmless, her expression changed as though by magic. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. “Never mind, old chap,” he declared. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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