His Other Wife: A Novel — page 369: what you’re looking at

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LEDA’S HOST. 361 “I could not tell you just where my thoughts were, be- cause they were far afloat in space,” he sighed, ever so softly, as he paused, but she heard it, and said; ‘“They were sad thoughts, it seems.” “Yes; very, very sad! They had traveled, as they often do, in search of the whitest soul that ever tenanted a mortal frame. Poor little Faith’s image haunts me by day, and visits my dreams at night. The child seems to be calling me to her somewhere in the vast unknown whither she has vanished. I could almost believe that she is still in the flesh, so strangely do I feel about her sometimes. ” ‘‘That is sheer nonsense. It has been months since they disappeared, and only the ocean could have kept Julian Vernois from his old haunts for that space of time. Poor things! It was and it is so dreadful to lose them so!” Warren made no reply, but smoked on silently till Leda said : ‘‘How I envy you that dilicious, soothing accompani- ment to your solitary musings, or solace for your sad ones.” | “What?” ‘‘Vour cigar.” ‘(Have one?” ‘‘Oh, no; but I would like it. I think sometimes I shall go mad with my dreary thoughts, and, at such times, I fancy it would ease me to lie and smoke as you are doing.” EComicbooks.co