Or I should say—’ ‘Eugenia,’ cut in Gerald grimly. Battle, murder, and sudden death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it. Yesterday this glorious creature had loved him; to-day she was only friendly. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. One transgression; he was sure of that.
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