mysteriously. \"Little did you know that at that very moment I was being appealed to: being approached, in fact—from the other side of the Atlantic!\"
She glanced over her shoulder, as though fearful of being overheard, and then, drawing her chair nearer, and raising a tiny ivory fan to her lips, breathed behind it: \"By the Count himself—my poor, mad, foolish Olenski; who asks only to take her back on her own terms.\"
\"Good God!\" Archer exclaimed, springing up.
mysteriously. \"Little did you know that at that very moment I was being appealed to: being approached, in fact—from the other side of the Atlantic!\"
She glanced over her shoulder, as though fearful of being overheard, and then, drawing her chair nearer, and raising a tiny ivory fan to her lips, breathed behind it: \"By the Count himself—my poor, mad, foolish Olenski; who asks only to take her back on her own terms.\"
\"Good God!\" Archer exclaimed, springing up.
