[The Puppet Crown by Harold MacGrath]@TWC D-Link bookThe Puppet Crown CHAPTER IX 2/32
The irregularity of her features was never noticeable after a glance into those eyes.
At this moment both eyes and lips expressed a shade of amusement. Maurice, who was astonished never more than a minute at a time, immediately recovered.
His toilet was somewhat disarranged, and the back of his head a crow's nest, but, nevertheless, he placed a hand over his heart and offered a low obeisance. "Good morning, gentlemen," she said, in a voice which Maurice would have known anywhere.
"I hope the journey has caused you no particular annoyance." "The annoyance was not so particular, Madame," said Fitzgerald stiffly, "as it was general." "And four of my troopers will take oath to that!" interjected the Colonel. "Will Madame permit me to ask when will the opera begin ?" asked Maurice. "I am glad," said she, "that you have lost none of your freshness." Maurice was struck for a moment, but soon saw that the remark was innocent of any inelegance of speech.
Fitzgerald was gnawing his mustache and looking out of the corner of his eyes--into hers. "My task, I confess, is a most disagreeable one," she resumed, lightly beating her gauntlets together; "but when one serves high personages one is supposed not to have any sentiments." To Fitzgerald she said: "You are the son of the late Lord Fitzgerald." "For your sake, I regret to say that I am." "For my sake? Worry yourself none on that point.
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