” “And such a beast of a one,” Sydney remarked vigorously. I have been very foolish, but it is over. Anna sat with the face of a Sphinx— waiting. A slow anger burned in the man. 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. His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side. "Thames, I entreat—" "Your wishes are my laws, beloved, girl," replied Kneebone, bowing profoundly. His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons; fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed to take repose in a chair. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford.
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