See!" she added, tearing the rag from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. Every man in her life had betrayed her one way or another. She had no intention whatsoever of spending her life in a convent, but that was not his affair. ‘What now?’ ‘Now,’ she answered flatly, ‘you will please to tell me at once why you have come here. She laughed softly, and leaned across the table. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. She seemed to assume that it must certainly be something she had said. Hanging about! And they start thinking and asking questions, and begin to be neither one thing nor the other. Was it VERY horrible? I tried to get into the police-court, but the crowd was ever so much too big, push as I would.
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