Manchurian Books

For I
felt that never, never could I return to my Dear Ones, when my
terrable actions became known.
Jane came in while I was sipping the tea and she stood off
and eyed me with sympathy.
"I don't wonder, Bab!" she said. "The idea of your Familey
acting so outragously! And look here" She bent over me and
whispered it. "Don't trust Carter too much. He is perfectly in
fatuated with Leila, and he will play into the hands of the
enemy. _Be careful_."
"Loathesome creature!" was my response. "As for trusting
him, I trust no one, these days."
"I don't wonder your Faith is gone," she observed. But she
was talking with one eye on a mirror.
"Pink makes me pale," she said. "I'll bet the maid has a
drawer full of rouge. I'm going to see. How about a touch for
you? You look gastly."
"I don't care how I look," I said, recklessly. "I think
I'll sprain my ankle and go home. Anyhow I am not allowed to use
rouge."
"Not allowed!" she observed. "What has that got to do with
it? I don't understand you, Bab; you are totaly changed."
"I am suffering," I said. I was to.


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