"Of what, then, if I may ask without impertinence?"
She broke into a laugh which ended in a sigh, and then swung her
splendid frame away from the fireplace and walked backwards and
forwards, her figure swaying and her arms flung about in unrestrained
gestures.
"You are quite right," she said, with an odd note of hardness in her
voice. "You're quite right in what you said the other day--that it was
high time I went back to my husband. I pray God he is not dead. I have
a feeling that he isn't. He can't be. I count on you to find him and ask
him to meet me. It would be better than writing. I don't know what to
say when I have a pen in my hand. You must find him and speak to him and
send me a wire and I'll come straight away to any part of the earth. Or
would you like me to come with you and help you find him? But no; that's
idiotic. Forget that I have said it. I'm a fool. But he must be found.
He must, he must!"
She paused in her swinging about the room for which I was sorry, as her
panther-in-a-cage movements were exceedingly beautiful, and she gazed
at me with a tragic air, wringing her hands.
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