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I
wonder
if
you
have
quite
forgotten
my
big
black
eyes
and
my
hideous
complexion
?
’
She
lifted
her
veil
as
she
spoke
,
and
turned
so
that
the
moonlight
rested
on
her
face
.
Francis
recognised
at
a
glance
the
woman
of
all
others
whom
he
most
cordially
disliked
—
the
widow
of
his
dead
brother
,
the
first
Lord
Montbarry
.
He
frowned
as
he
looked
at
her
.
His
experience
on
the
stage
,
gathered
at
innumerable
rehearsals
with
actresses
who
had
sorely
tried
his
temper
,
had
accustomed
him
to
speak
roughly
to
women
who
were
distasteful
to
him
.
’
I
remember
you
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
thought
you
were
in
America
!
’
She
took
no
notice
of
his
ungracious
tone
and
manner
;
she
simply
stopped
him
when
he
lifted
his
hat
,
and
turned
to
leave
her
.
’
Let
me
walk
with
you
for
a
few
minutes
,
’
she
quietly
replied
.
’
I
have
something
to
say
to
you
.
’
He
showed
her
his
cigar
.
’
I
am
smoking
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
don
’
t
mind
smoking
.
’
After
that
,
there
was
nothing
to
be
done
(
short
of
downright
brutality
)
but
to
yield
.
He
did
it
with
the
worst
possible
grace
.
’
Well
?
’
he
resumed
.
’
What
do
you
want
of
me
?
’
’
You
shall
hear
directly
,
Mr
.
Westwick
.
Let
me
first
tell
you
what
my
position
is
.
I
am
alone
in
the
world
.
To
the
loss
of
my
husband
has
now
been
added
another
bereavement
,
the
loss
of
my
companion
in
America
,
my
brother
—
Baron
Rivar
.
’
The
reputation
of
the
Baron
,
and
the
doubt
which
scandal
had
thrown
on
his
assumed
relationship
to
the
Countess
,
were
well
known
to
Francis
.
’
Shot
in
a
gambling
-
saloon
?
’
he
asked
brutally
.
’
The
question
is
a
perfectly
natural
one
on
your
part
,
’
she
said
,
with
the
impenetrably
ironical
manner
which
she
could
assume
on
certain
occasions
.
’
As
a
native
of
horse
-
racing
England
,
you
belong
to
a
nation
of
gamblers
.
My
brother
died
no
extraordinary
death
,
Mr
.
Westwick
.
He
sank
,
with
many
other
unfortunate
people
,
under
a
fever
prevalent
in
a
Western
city
which
we
happened
to
visit
.
The
calamity
of
his
loss
made
the
United
States
unendurable
to
me
.
I
left
by
the
first
steamer
that
sailed
from
New
York
—
a
French
vessel
which
brought
me
to
Havre
.
I
continued
my
lonely
journey
to
the
South
of
France
.
And
then
I
went
on
to
Venice
.
’
