3/30 She had kept herself unspotted from her world, but not through ignorance. She knew those little round games of cards and what came of them, sometimes merely misery and ruin, sometimes a pistol shot in the early morning. She turned very pale, but she managed to say: "Thank you. I don't play cards." And then she heard a sudden movement by her father, who at the moment when Barstow spoke had been lighting a fresh cigar. |