She whipped round suddenly, and discovered the woman wedged into the corner by the window, keeping out of the way. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. “I knew of course that you were at the Montressor’s, but I had no idea that it was a music hall party afterwards. All the initial confidence in herself was gone; her courage was merely a shell to hide the lack. . And mind you don't arouse his suspicions.
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