47/110 A man once killed himself for me...." On hearing these last words Ferragut jerked himself out of his sullen silence. A malicious voice was chanting in his brain, "Now there are three!..." "I saw him dying," she continued, "on a bed of the hotel. He had a red spot like a star on the bandage of his forehead,--the hole of the pistol shot. He died clutching my hands, swearing that he loved me and that he had killed himself for me ... a tiresome, horrible scene.... |