And yet I repented my rashness.
It was too late now, however; so, when the act was over I waited for
her to speak.
"So this belonged to your father. Tell me, was he at all like you?"
"He was about my height, I should guess," said I, wondering at this
new question; "but otherwise quite unlike. He was a fair man, I am
dark."
"But your grandfather--was he not dark?"
"I believe so," I answered, "but really--"
"You wonder at my questions, of course. Never mind me; think me a
witch, if you like. Do I not look a witch?"
Indeed she did, as she sat there. The diamonds flashed and gleamed,
lighting up the awful colour of her skin until she seemed a very
"Death-in-Life."
"I see that I puzzle you; but your looks, Mr. Trenoweth, are hardly
complimentary. However, you are forgiven. Here, take your talisman,
and guard it jealously; I thank you for showing it to me, but if I
were you I should keep it secret. Shall I see you again? I suppose
not. I am afraid I have made you miss some of the tragedy. You must
pardon me for that, as I have waited long to see you.
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