At times he seemed to be claiming pity from her; at times he was threatening her with her check and exposure; at times he was boasting of his inflexible will, and how, in the end, he always got what he wanted. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. It did not seem quite fair. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. Hartford had a very respectable sound. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. She was recalling the circumstances under which she had engaged herself to Manning, and trying to understand a curious development of the quality of this relationship. His tongue was hot.
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