[Prisoners of Chance by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookPrisoners of Chance CHAPTER VII 12/16
Opinions might differ as to which was crazed, but as to that we will probably neither of us ever know.
May I trouble you for a light ?" I leaned forward, coolly helping myself to the burning cigarette he held forth doubtingly between his fingers, and, puffing vigorously, silently resumed my seat. "My wife, say you ?" A fresh interest appeared to sweep over him at the word, overcoming his indifference.
"Did Eloise de Noyan send you here seeking to succor me ?" "It was at her request I came; at her wish I stay," I answered firmly. "You knew her ?" "Several years since, when she was scarcely more than a girl; yet she retained sufficient faith to call upon me in extremity." He sat staring at me as if he would like to question further. "The Lord love us, you are a cool fish," he finally exclaimed, bringing his hand down upon his knee, and speaking with fresh animation in his soft voice.
"What is more, I rather like you.
So Eloise really wishes me to desert the Dons? Queer choice that, for she would make a lovely widow.
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