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" He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. . " "Not a farthing more, I assure you," rejoined Ireton, pettishly; "we're all on the square here. He had need of all the inexhaustible energy of his character to support him through his toilsome walk over the wet grass, or along the slippery ploughed land. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. In a moment they were in the street outside. . She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. She was frowning, but it was evident that her initial fright had left her. " "I will," replied Sheppard, dashing the glass from his hand.
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