"I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with an Eastern custom. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. "I can escape to France. The doctor had not heard from his people. ’ ‘They? How many are there?’ ‘Oh, peste. He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. The villain has enjoyed his security too long. “I can say no more.
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