Almost simultaneously they burst out laughing. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. “We’ll go to a place where we can have a private room,” he said. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. ” They returned to the crypt. 1.
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