Mike was drinking a cup of
black coffee. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever
made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street
boarding-house. “My husband
and all his friends are fools, and the life they lead is impossible for me. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth
was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. “Don’t think that I have been playing the spy upon you,” he continued. So far, however, was this submission from producing the desired effect, that it
seemed only to lend additional fuel to her displeasure. Another labyrinth in hell!"
A smile broke over the trader's face. “It is true,” he said, “that I was dining last night at a restaurant in the Boulevard
des Italiennes, and it is true that my companion was a young lady whose name is
Pellissier.
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