Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. I must have been very wound up. . She broke this promise when she told me that my mother was this Mary, and not Suzanne Valade at all. He regretted now that in his idle hours he hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day. In the next box hangs the rope by which he suffered. ‘Well, sir, if I’ve to choose betwixt him and you, I’ll take you, no question. It’s wrong in the eyes of most people. " He held out his dry hard hand into which she placed hers. ” “You would marry a divorcée?” she asked. At times he was brilliant and masterful, talked round and over every one, and would have been domineering if he had not been extraordinarily kindly; at times he was almost monosyllabic, and defeated Miss Garvice’s most skilful attempts to draw him out. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation.
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