" "I will die first," replied Mrs. \" Diane chirped once again, ever-musical. ‘But what way, Emile?’ ‘Your family, mademoiselle, the family of your father. Cut to pieces —slashed—bloodied. ’ ‘Of what use to be ladylike when I cannot be a lady?’ ‘None of that. She was aware of people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors— moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. " "I am at a loss to understand you Sir,", said Trenchard.
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