CHAPTER XVIII. Just as I might have killed another, if he had come out. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. “Let me see,” he said. “Katy Pfister. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. The sense of publicity, of people coming and going about them, kept them both unemotional. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit.
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