What an expressive interjection it was a police shieldcould hold me upside down and drainmy gutschange your mind
as she used it. It ran a soft arpeggio up the scale of her voice and down again, in curiosity rather than surprise, in protest rather than acquiescence. This time it was mildly skeptical.
“It’s true—really. I like it here. Now I insist that you go to sleep.”
“If you use that tone, I suppose I must.” She closed her eyes, settled one soft cheek against the palm of her hand.
“Good night,” she said again.
“Good night,” he repeated.
[24]
Gallatin turned away from her so that she might not see his face and lay again at full length with his head pillowed on his arms, looking into the fire. His mental faculties were keenly alive, and physical inaction than they had been at any time during the day. Never in his life before, it seemed, had he been so broadly awake. His mind flitted with meddlesome agility from one thought to another; and so before he had lain long, he was aware that he was entirely at the mercy of his imagination.
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