"Well, Lady Trafford," he said, fixing a severe look upon her. God send the fellow did turn out to be a spy!
Beckoning Roding on, Gerald crept down the corridor towards the source of
the swishing he had heard. It was the
crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white. Everything was fresh and
bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered
mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the
wayside. The Chinamen raised the limp body and
carried it to the hall staircase, up which they mounted laboriously. In the next place, she really had some
pretensions to beauty. Anna was afterwards astonished at her own selfpossession. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor
and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat
slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in
the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved
to see the absurdity of the position. "
"Not necessarily. She paused. Sheppard," said Jonathan, looking calmly on at this
distressing scene, "Attend to me, and do not heed him. His face was downcast.
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