No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the
cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. This is a tale of two young fools. Frequently he would take up a box of talc and send a
shower down his back, or fill his palms with the powder and rub his face and
arms and hands. Two or three podgy-looking old men
with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed girls, and a couple of
underdressed American ones, who still wore the clothes in which they had been
tramping half over London since breakfast time. ‘But this Englishwoman,’ asked the man Valade, his puzzlement plain to see,
‘who was she?’
The question irritated Charvill. No work that
offered was at all of the quality she had vaguely postulated for herself. “Well, well, Martin. Watching her strip had been delicious for him, and a part
of him enjoyed her self-consciousness acutely. Perhaps some
one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek
with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. I have never been wrong about the
sex of an unborn child. "
The hint was not lost upon Wood.
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