This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ...to the posts of the fence; they were grouped about the trees. It was a prodigious gathering, and a great affair for the mountain-desert. They knew this even before they had set foot within the building. They stopped here and adjusted their masks carefully. They were made from a strip of black lining which Jack ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ...to the posts of the fence; they were grouped about the trees. It was a prodigious gathering, and a great affair for the mountain-desert. They knew this even before they had set foot within the building. They stopped here and adjusted their masks carefully. They were made from a strip of black lining which Jack had torn from one of the coats in the trunk which lay far back in the hills. Those masks had to be tied firmly and well, for some jester might try to. pull away that of Pierre, and if his face were seen, it would be death--a slaughter without defense, for he had not been able to conceal his big Colt in these tight-fitting clothes. Even as it was, there was peril from the moment that the lights within should shine on that head of dark-red hair. As for Jack, there was little fear that she would be recognized. She was strange even to Pierre every time he looked down at her, for she had ceased to be Jack and had become very definitely "Jacqueline." But the masks were on; the scarf adjusted about the throat and bare, shivering shoulders of Jack, and they stood arm in arm before the door out of which streamed the voices and the music. "Are you ready?" "Yes." "Pierre--if they should find us out--" "Never in a thousand years. Are you ready?" "Yes." But she was trembling so, either from fear, or excitement, or both, that he had to take a firm hold on her arm and almost carry her up the steps, shove the door open, and force her in. A hundred eyes were instantly upon them, practised, suspicious eyes, accustomed to search into all things and take nothing for granted; eyes of men who, when a rap came at their door, looked to see whether or not the shadow of the stranger fell full in the center of the crack beneath the door. If it fell to one side the...
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