"Tell me," she said, "was--was this man living with you when he came
to me and--and made speeches--about love?"
"Bah! He was living with me. I tell you, he came back and laughed with
me about it, and told me about your baby-blue eyes when they filled
with tears; laughed and laughed and laughed, I tell you, as I could
laugh now."
The other twisted her hands together, moaning: "And I have followed
him, even to the place where he keeps his--woman? Ah, how I hate
myself: how I despise myself. I'm unclean--unclean in my own eyes!"
"Wait!" called Jacqueline. "You are leaving too soon. The night is
cold."
"I am going. There is no need to gibe at me."
"But wait--he will want to see you! I will tell him that you have been
here--that you came clear up the valley of the Old Crow to see him and
beg him on your knees to love you--he'll be angry to have missed
the scene!"
But the door closed on Mary as she fled with her hands pressed against
her ears.
CHAPTER 31
Jacqueline ran to the door and threw it open.
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