His eyes never left her face. His chest heaved violently, and big tears coursed rapidly down his cheeks. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. You shall tell me if I am wrong. And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon your choice. ‘Please to sit, monsieur. “Very good,” he said. ’ ‘But you managed to escape nevertheless,’ Gerald said calmly, ‘disguising yourself as a nun. "Who, then?" demanded Jack.
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