She was marvellously pretty, but he was not quite sure—yet—that it was advisable for him to sit with her in so public a place. Odd, but he had never thought of the beach until this girl (who looked as if she had stepped out of the family album) referred to it with a familiarity which was as astonishing as it was profoundly sad. Kneebone cordially on the shoulder, and began to laugh as heartily as any of them. He taught her about crowds, which men were the evilest, how to locate and dispose society’s garbage. She shivered, more due to his presence than the changing weather. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. It's mighty lonesome down there for a man bred to cities. All the events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as severely as if he had been her actual murderer. “See that man?” Sebastian would tap her on the shoulder on a crowded alleyway and say, “See how he lingers too long when he touches that little child? The glow in his eyes? That is lustful intent, my dear. It never is. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys bathing in a sunlit pool.
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