Clearly, as if it were a painted picture, she saw him facing Gandil--saw their hands leap for the guns--saw Gandil pitch face forward on the floor.
"Pierre--for God's sake!" Her terror convinced him partially, and the furor went back from his eyes as a light goes back in a long, dark hall.
"On your honor, Jack, it's not Gandil ?" "On my honor." "But someone has broken you up.

And he's here--he's one of us, this man who's bothered you." She could not help but answer: "Yes." He scowled down at the floor.
"You would never be able to guess who it is.

Give it up.

After all--I can live through it--I guess." He took her face between his hands and frowned down into her eyes.
"Tell me his name, Jack, and the dog--" She said: "Let me go.

Take your hands away, Pierre." He obeyed her, deeply worried, and she stood up for a moment with a hand pressed over her eyes, swaying.