“Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. The young fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers. Was the man debating whether or no to tell the truth? A grimace played about Valade’s mouth and the general waited, maintaining his own rigid pose. Why not? Quite willing. Or, after all, is it worth while? The Channel is a little broader than the Boulevards— but one crosses it sometimes. He turned. K-kimble, sir,’ stammered the lad. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening appearance of the night.
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