She recalled him. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended,
although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. They stopped talking, except to each
other. She had to wait some minutes in an outer office, wherein three young men of
spirited costume and appearance regarded her with ill-concealed curiosity and
admiration. “He looks as though he did, at any rate. “Go it, miss!” cried one. "I understand," replied the stranger, unable to repress a smile. They
could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead. ” She answered solemnly. 148
“Sure. Pearls in the dawn light,
flashing and burning!
"You don't like your island?"
"I hate it!… But, there!"—weariness edging in. There were the burnt papers
still in the grate. "
"I will, when I've had my revenge," muttered Jack.
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