" The Wastrel laughed. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. For some days we shall be very idle there among the trees and rocks. ‘The old man who lives here, idiot. But he seized the chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes. "When I am dead you will learn it. There was nothing in his manner to suggest the misery of the preceding night. This niggardliness compelled him to cross and recross streets. ‘I’ll handle her better alone. Very well, then.
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