As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better chance of winning his wager. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. “It—it—must come,” she faltered. He wore a French military undress of the period, with high jack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his attire indicated no particular rank, he had completely the air of a person of distinction. “You know nothing about the stage. What about your luggage?” “I could get a few of my things, at any rate,” she said. But she did not believe he would do that. “And to-night we are friends?” “We are friends,” said Ann Veronica, and drew her hand quickly away from him. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice.
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