Thread of
The Thread of Flame
作者：King, Basil, 1859-1928
体例：题 章数：50
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章节目录
共 50 题- By BASIL KING
- Illustrated
- THE THREAD OF FLAME
- I allowed that to pass without challenge.
- I waited till he was out of earshot. "Who is he, anyhow?"
- I asked him what he meant to work at.
- She nodded. "Sure; because I did think so--there--or somewhere."
- My heart gave a thump. "At your table or at mine?"
- I tried to recover my lost ground. "I do know, but--"
- I repeated stupidly, "Hold the sponge?"
- I said that I got it, but found nothing peculiar in the situation.
- The sepulchral voice spoke again. "Which is the blind one?"
- I broke in on this to ask where he'd had his lunch.
- I told her I had not.
- Her hazel eyes rested on me frankly. "And it's not?"
- Averill's eyes were resting on me thoughtfully. "Sell?"
- I admitted that it might.
- She stopped to glance up at me. "And can't you?"
- I felt obliged to grant the permission.
- Her reply was a kind of challenge. "The truth. Do you know it?"
- I shook my head.
- I rose, not as I did before, but slowly, and I hoped with dignity.
- CHAPTER II
- I hoped I should not disappoint them, either.
- She bent her head over her note-book. "Your name?"
- She glanced up from her writing. "Is that what you've done?"
- I nodded.
- I answered, wildly, "Carpets."
- I endeavored to smile. "That's very plain talk, isn't it?"
- I tried to gain time. "It would depend on the motive."
- I said it was Jasper Soames.
- She seemed to grasp at something. "What do you mean by that?"
- I could only bend my head in assent.
- I shook my head.
- I could only stammer: "I shall explain everything, after I've seen Vio."
- I tapped my forehead. "Had a--had a--shock--or something."
- I could see by his stare he was literally minded.
- I was sufficiently master of myself to indulge in a mild laugh.
- She swung round from her work with the parcel. "You didn't--what?"
- I tapped my forehead. "Shell-shock. I'd--I'd forgotten who I was."
- I took a long stride toward her.
- I had begun on collars and neckties when she said:
- I went on with my packing without answering.
- I replied with a distinctness which I tried to make significant:
- I looked up in curiosity.
- I pulled open a drawer from which I knew I had taken all the contents.
- I said I didn't, that I had never given a thought to the subject.
- I asked, with a casual intonation:
- I couldn't soften toward her. I felt no springs of forgiveness.
- THE END