He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him. “I don’t know. ” He scarcely saw her face again. “Don’t worry, Julian. She told you —the truth. He had sold half a dozen short tales to thirdrate magazines; but this letter had been issued from a distinguished editorial room, of international reputation. 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. "Si—lence!" vociferated Charcam, laying great emphasis on the last syllable. A young man was playing the banjo.
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