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Prisoners 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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