He had never seen her like this;
he was like a pilot striving to steer his ship through an unfathomable
fog. Following what had become an instinct with him, he raised his
left hand and touched the cross beneath his throat. And inspiration
came to him.
CHAPTER 19
"Whether you want to or not, Jack, we'll go to this dance tonight."
Jacqueline's hand fell away from her eyes. She seemed suddenly glad
again.
"Do you want to take me, Pierre?"
He explained: "Of course. Besides, we have to keep an eye on Wilbur.
This girl with the yellow hair--"
She had altered swiftly again. There was no understanding her or
following her moods this day. He decided to disregard them, as he had
often done before.
"Black Gandil swears that I'm bringing bad luck to the boys at last.
Patterson has disappeared; Wilbur has lost his head about a girl.
We've got to save Dick."
He knew that she was fond of Wilbur, but she showed no enthusiasm now.
"Let him go his own way. He's big enough to take care of himself."
"But it's common talk, Jack, that the end of Wilbur will come through
a woman.
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