Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture. He had reacted by laughing at her, informing her coolly that she was naïve in many things. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. Journeying blindly half way across the world, this man had found his quarry. I saw the blood come as he rolled over. It is no more a murder, but a duel, you understand. It was her distinctive test of an emotional state, its interference with a kindly normal digestion. To a woman she might have confided; but to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable.
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