The Opposite House: A Novel — page 92: what you’re looking at

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Lhe Oppostte House. 87 it’s nothing tome. I no longer care for his love. I want only my revenge.” She winked her long lashes rapidly and let her beautiful head sink back on the cushions. A covert glance wandered over her companion’s features, but she read nothing save an expression of innocent satisfaction. “Well, what else?” she asked, folding her arms. “és I said before, I have taken the utmost possi- ble trouble,” Brand continued, “ spun my nets and threads so fine that the worthy fellow could not help being caught in them—shuffled the cards so cleverly, and heaped so much combustible material that he could not help taking fire.” “And the result of all these efforts?” she inter- rupted impatiently, in a half-sneering tone. “Will come in due time, my worshiped one. You see that I am proceeding in a business-like fashion with my report. Always go slowly. We ought not to expect too much from him at once, or stretch the cords too closely, else they might snap. I shall gradually bring matters to the point which will se- cure your revenge.” “Excuse one question, Max,” said the Chénois, suddenly, in a thoughtfultone. ‘“ How does it hap- pen that you are so extremely interested in this matter?r It is not only your love for me. You are far too clever to act solely from the dictates of the heart. The brain must also have a large share cComiclsoo S