The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of
abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes
with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the
orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already
described. Wood; "that's the surest way!"
"No! no! give it me!" vociferated Wood, snatching the pistol, and rushing to the
door, against which he placed his back. She colored faintly. We all get
deceived sometimes. Stanley coughed and faced toward the house. She remembered Taber's hat. Wood's at Dollis Hill, wholly unsuspicious of any designs against him, and, in
fact, entirely ignorant of your being acquainted with his return, or even of his
existence. No doubt he has been drinking for days without eating
substantially, and his heart gave out. Or,
after all, is it worth while? The Channel is a little broader than the Boulevards—
but one crosses it sometimes. She saw his finger pull back on the hammer of the
gun and shrieked a warning just as Jack launched himself forward and Gosse
turned and fired. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from
under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back.
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