But now you were speaking
of Mr. Dunwody--"
"Yes, that is true. I was rejoicing that at last he has been
defeat', that he has fail', that he has met with that fate which
should be his. Now he has few friends. It is charge' against
him--well, Madame, perhaps it were as well not to repeat all of
that."
"I can understand," said Josephine slowly. "I can guess. Yes, I
know."
Jeanne nodded. "Yes, they bring up stories that at one time you
and I--well, that we were there at Tallwoods. But these wild
people here, who shoot, and fight with knives, they are of all
peoples in the world the most strict and the most moral, the most
abhorrent of what is not their own custom of life. Behold, that
droll Mr. Bill Jones, in jest perhaps, expressed to others his
belief that at one time there was a woman conceal' about this place
of Tallwoods! Yes! Madame knows with what ground of justice this
was said. Very well! The people took it up. There was comment.
There was criticism.
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