Mrs. Why should he stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his head? CHAPTER III He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without her asking! The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog. ‘Well! I hadn’t no notion as he’d got hisself married again. Here, put it on your finger. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. It stunned her. It was a unique experience for her to wash him. The windows of these rooms were obscured with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their mantels were of a class apart. “Perhaps that is only sleeping,” he said. " "May I trust you?" hesitated Thames. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. [Illustration: Distinctive Pictures Corporation.
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