Out of the Past — page 97: what you’re looking at

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94 Out of the Past. this instant. Nothing shall happen to any of you while you are here, I promise. Only go.” Leaning forward against the table, on which she beat her slender hands in feverish excitement, Saline was the picture of fear. Every one looked at his neighbor and none knew who was the felon. Amid endless confusion the men and women hurried into the hall to pass out under the fire of the ironical adieux of M. Vignaud. They fairly tum- bled from the hotel upon the sidewalk and scattered like mice. Saline stood dejectedly before M. Vignaud. ‘Is it for me they are coming?” She swung her hands out sideways and clasped them before her nervously. “I don’t know what I have done. I suppose you do.” The master of the house was heartily sorry for the erring, impulsive woman. The jewels flashing bravely on her splendid throat, the soft silk of her bodice, hardly moved by a breath, the richness of all she wore, were so unfit a setting for a woman who had sold herself to the police of Paris. There was a sharp ring of bells in a distant part of the silent house, and the servants admitted two gendarmes, to whom M. Vignaud said lightly, looking at Saline the while: GoOmicsdooks (E(0)