" Half an hour later she laid aside the book. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. ‘Well, what was I to think, miss? Martha never wrote nothing about you, and I did ask. I went off to round up his wife. ” The suitcase loomed in her memory, making its presence felt once again. Every eye was fixed upon the prisoner. “My word holds,” she said. “Your mother was a Gypsy. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred.
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