Gordon Craig - Soldier of Fortune by Randall Parrish
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"I do not altogether understand."
"Why, it is simply this," I went on desperately, "I want to serve you, and I want you to respect me. Down in your heart you have n't really been assured that I was not one of that gang of conspirators. You came down here to watch me. Now I am going to stand up as Gordon Craig, and fight it out for you." There was a knot of blue ribbon at her throat, and I reached out and unpinned it before she had time to protest. "See, there are your colors, and I do battle under them. Whatever the final results you are never going to doubt me any more--are you?" Her eyes were veiled by long lashes, and I could see the heaving of her breasts. "No--no. I scarcely think I ever did doubt you, only it was all very strange. Nothing seemed real; it was more like a stage-play in which I acted a part--our first meeting, our being thrown together on this quest. I have not known what to think, even of myself." "We are both getting our heads above the mist now," I interrupted gently, "and deep as the mystery appears, when finally solved it will likely prove a very sordid, commonplace affair. The main thing is for us to thoroughly understand and trust each other." "You need not doubt me." "I have already learned that. It is more important that you fully |
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