31/43 Oh, how awful! Libidnikov, do let us go.' 'He's only drunk one glass--only one glass,' came the rapid, hushed voice of the young Russian. The girl kept near to Gerald, and seemed to be at one in her motion with him. He was aware of this, and filled with demon-satisfaction that his motion held good for two. He held her in the hollow of his will, and she was soft, secret, invisible in her stirring there. Halliday lurched in first, and dropped into his seat against the other window. |