But I saw the marks; I saw a
young woman's skin under that dirty complexion of hers; I heard in this
room a true voice in a passion, as well as a false voice talking with
an accent, and I don't believe in one morsel of that lady's personal
appearance from top to toe. The girl herself, in my opinion, Mr.
Noel--and a bold girl too."
"Why didn't you lock the door and send for the police?" asked Mr. Noel.
"My father would have sent for the police. You know, as well as I do,
Lecount, my father would have sent for the police."
"Pardon me, sir," said Mrs. Lecount, "I think your father would have
waited until he had got something more for the police to do than we have
got for them yet. We shall see this lady again, sir. Perhaps she will
come here next time with her own face and her own voice. I am curious to
see what her own face is like. I am curious to know whether what I have
heard of her voice in a passion is enough to make me recognize her voice
when she is calm. I possess a little memorial of her visit of which she
is not aware, and she will not escape me so easily as she thinks. If it
turns out a useful memorial, you shall know what it is. If not, I will
abstain from troubling you on so trifling a subject.
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