United States or Myanmar ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Moyat's remark was justified. We drove into his stable yard and clambered down. "You'll come in and have a bit of supper," Mr. Moyat insisted. I hesitated. I felt that it would be wiser to refuse, but I was cold and wet, and the thought of my fireless room depressed me.
I sank resignedly into one of Mrs. Moyat's wool-work covered chairs. An absurd little canary was singing itself hoarse almost over my head. I half closed my eyes. How many more problems was I to be confronted with during these long-drawn-out days of mystery? "Oh, I do not know," I declared. "I am sure I do not care.
She sat looking meditatively into the fire, swinging her dogskin gloves in her hands. She wore a plain pearl grey walking dress and deerstalker hat with a single quill in it. The severe but immaculate simplicity of her toilette might have been designed to accentuate the barbarities of Blanche Moyat's cheap finery. "I understood that you would be in town for at least three weeks," I remarked.
Word Of The Day