" "I shouldn't call her queer. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. ’ The crack in the iron front widened a little, and the general was obliged to clamp his jaws tight against the rise of a pain too well remembered. It made her hungry. Don't suppose," she added, with a scornful glance at her helpmate, "that I would pay him the compliment of thinking he could possibly be the father of such a boy as you. " This exclamation had scarcely escaped him, when the discharge of a pistol was heard, and a bullet whizzed past his ears. ” “Not worth the trouble. If you talk of your faults, I shall talk of your splendors. ’ She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way. "I'm a peace-officer," he added, "about to arrest a notorious criminal. "Oho!" he said. You’re splendid stuff, you know, but you’ve got nothing ready to sell.
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