“Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner. And I get myself dirty. He might have been a complete innocent, she did not know and did not bother to find out. It was hard to associate her with the stories which he and all Paris had heard of “Alcide. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. Amid this portentous hush, the report of a pistol reached the carpenter's ears; and, raising his head at the sound, he beheld a sight which filled him with fresh apprehensions.
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