to lead her to his chair, with a flush which deepened as she repulsed him coldly.
“You have sent for me, and I have come,” said she. “But I prefer not to sit down in your presence; and what you have to say, you will be good enough to say as quickly as possible, that I may go again before I am - stifled!”
It was her one hot word; aimed at them all, it seemed to me to fall like a lash on Rattray’s cheek, bringing the blood to it like lightning. But it was Santos who snatched the cigarette from his
as he handed me one, I feared he was going to drink my health, or toast my luck; but no, he was the one man I had met who seemed, as he said, to “understand.” Nevertheless, he had his toast.
“Here’s confusion to the criminal classes in general,” he cried; “but death and damnation to the owners of that knife!”