She had never expected John capable of saying such things, of thinking such macabre ideas. She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. I don’t conceal it. Only promise me to amend—to quit your vile companions—and I will forgive you—will bless you. It was horrible, but she must do it. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. They were both conscious, however, that something had intervened between them. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. Sir John filled his glass with trembling hand. But tell me," he added with much anxiety, "has nothing been heard of Thames since the night of my former escape?" "Nothing whatever," answered Winifred. ‘But I have the pistol,’ Gerald pointed out. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. “Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling. He seemed to be hesitating between two courses of action.
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