Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively. Diedermeyer, sweetheart? He just went in. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. You should have confided in me, and fallen in with my plan at the beginning. Yesterday this glorious creature had loved him; to-day she was only friendly. “DON’T!” she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. ’ ‘Don’t count on it. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity. In Paris, in July, a raging mob had stormed the Bastille, provoking circumspect aristocrats to uproot themselves and take refuge abroad. ’ ‘She again?’ enquired his hostess, her delicate brows rising ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. And now she comprehended that the man (she had never known him by any name) knew she had surprised the look and had not resented it. " "Who are you!" demanded the fugitive, sternly.
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