She opened this and scrambled out—a thing she had not done for five long years of adolescence— upon the leaded space above the built-out bath-room on the first floor. "Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. I hated him. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune. Montague Hill was taken for the millionaire once or twice, and I suppose it flattered his vanity. The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination. ’ Gerald gazed at her without expression. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. ’ Releasing her, he turned and walked swiftly towards the door. ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”. ‘Poor Gerald has been very busy about your affairs this last week. She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. But one of these days everything will click back into place.
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