” She replied. I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out. “I don’t think our engagement can go on,” she plunged, and felt exactly that loss of breath that comes with a dive into icy water. All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good. . He suddenly became eloquent and plausible. I stole away and walked to the railway station. He told some of the particulars. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. Battle, murder, and sudden death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it.
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