“There was an accident with a pistol in Miss Pellissier’s room,” he said. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. "I owe you nothing," he repeated, dully. Something about the girl had suggested an idea. He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. This niggardliness compelled him to cross and recross streets. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. The Semitic looking young man opposite, who seems to have been committing you to memory piecemeal, will tell you that he was never so bored in all his life as he has been here.
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