“After all,” she said, “if this person will not be reasonable, I am afraid——” It was enough. They vanished through the doorway. There was a strange quality of steel in this pretty creature. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. How could he have betrayed her so cruelly? How could he lie and claim her as dead? Sebastian studied her carefully as she refused to cry and became like a pillar of stone. “It isn’t anything to do with our times particularly. " "What say you, Sir?" said the Amazon, with an engaging leer at the stranger. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact. She became eager to explain herself, to show herself in the right light. ‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield.
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