she stretched out one white hand and asked half imperiously, half threateningly:
“Who are you, and for what do you come to me?”
“I am Constance Sterling,” I retorted, satisfied that nothing short of the heroic treatment would avail with this woman; “and if I do not mistake, I think you know very well why I come here.”
“Indeed!” came in something like a hiss from between her set lips. And in one short instant all that was best in her and all that was worst became suddenly visible, as turning to her softly chuckling brother, she motioned him gently out of the room,Mexico Drakt, and then turning to me, advanced a step and said: “Will you explain yourself, Miss — or is it Mrs. Constance Sterling?”
“I will explain myself,” I returned,Kort, wondering, as I saw her cheeks pale and her eyes emit strange and fitful sparks, if I exerted any such influence over her as she did over me. “I said I thought you knew why I came here. I said this,Russland Drakt Barn, because this is not the first time we have met, nor am I the first one who has presumed to address the other in a tone that to a sensitive ear sounded like menace. The idiot boy ——”
“We will leave my brother out of the discussion,Albania Drakt,” she broke in,Dame Moncler Marmelade, in a voice so distinct I scarcely noticed that it was nothing but a whisper.
“I am not alluding to your brother,Slovakia Landslagsdrakt,” I declared, meeting her eyes with a look steady as her own, and I hope more open.
“Oh, I see,” she murmured; and she took another step, while the flash of her glance cut like a knife. “You accuse me then ——”
“Of assuming a disguise to spy upon Dwight Pollard.”
It was a well-sped shaft,Philippe Coutinho Drakt, and quivered alive and burning in her heart of hearts. She gave a spring like the panther she seemed at that minute, but instantly recovered herself,Kurtki Peuterey, and launching,Dame Moncler Milan, upon me the strangest smile, mockingly exclaimed:
“You are a brave woman.” Then as I did not quail before her passion, drew up her slight figure to its height and said: “We are worthy of each other, you and I. Tell me what you want.”
Then I felt my own cheek turn pale, and I was fain to sit upon the pile of cushions that were arranged in one corner for a seat.
“What I want,James Rodriguez Drakt?” I repeated. “I want to know how you dared put in language the insinuations which you hung up on the door of the old mill this morning?”
Her eyes, narrowed,Dame Moncler Mengs, as I have said, in her seemingly habitual desire to keep their secrets to herself, flashed wide open at this, while a low and mirthless laugh escaped her lips.
“So my labor was not entirely wasted!” she cried. “You saw —”
“Both the lines and the writer,” I completed, relentlessly preserving the advantage I felt myself to have gained —“the lines before they were defaced by the storm, the writer as she picked up the useless paper and went away.”
“So!” she commented,Kevin Garnett Drakter, with another echo of that joyless laughter; “there are two spies instead of one in this game!”
“There are two women instead of one who know your enmity and purpose,” I retort
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