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E. W. Hornung: Dead Men Tell No TalesCHAPTER 10: WINE AND WEAKNESS (continued)"Yes? Yes?" "I loved her. That was all." His hand dropped from my shoulder. I remained standing, stooping, thinking only of her whom I had lost for ever. The silence was intense. I could hear the wind sighing in the oaks without, the logs burning softly away at my feet And so we stood until the voice of Rattray recalled me from the deck of the Lady Jermyn and my lost love's side. "So that was all!" I turned and met a face I could not read. "Was it not enough?" cried I. "What more would you have?" "I expected some more-foul play!" "Ah!" I exclaimed bitterly. "So that was all that interested you! No, there was no more foul play that I know of; and if there was, I don't care. Nothing matters to me but one thing. Now that you know what that is, I hope you're satisfied." It was no way to speak to one's host. Yet I felt that he had pressed me unduly. I hated myself for my final confidence, and his want of sympathy made me hate him too. In my weakness, however, I was the natural prey of violent extremes. His hand flew out to me. He was about to speak. A moment more and I had doubtless forgiven him. But another sound came instead and made the pair of us start and stare. It was the soft shutting of some upstairs door. "I thought we had the house to ourselves?" cried I, my miserable nerves on edge in an instant. "So did I," he answered, very pale. "My servants must have come back. By the Lord Harry, they shall hear of this!" This is page 69 of 166. [Mark this Page] Mark any page to add this title to Your Bookshelf. (0 / 10 books on shelf) Buy a copy of Dead Men Tell No Tales at Amazon.com
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