Out of the Past — page 125: what you’re looking at

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122 Out of the Past. “Here I am,” she answered, smiling. “But do you wish to see me?” “Yes—always—I am afraid.” “Afraid?? She nodded and threw off her cape, saying into its folds: “It is warm, don’t you think P” “T suppose it is. Let me take that. You have had a heavy rain here. I heard distant thunder last night, but there was no rain in Paris, for I was driving late.” “In a carriage?” “Yes. Why—may I ask.” “Because—but never mind. Are you in trouble? Would it not be pleasanter in the house?”’ “Not unless it is your preference. The air does me _ good.” He took off his traveling cap, ramming it into his pocket, and walked moodily on by her side. “Why did you ask me about the carriage?” “Because I heard one rolling through the night.” “Anything else?” “N—no. But the impression was most painful.” “In what way? Please do not mind my inquisitive- ness.” “IT do not mind. But it is hard to tell you. It felt GoOmicsooks (ECO)