She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. Before he could make the thrust, however, he was seized behind by Ireton, who flung himself upon him. A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descent into the water. "Can't you see? I can't hurt her, if … if she cares! I can't tell her I'm a madman as well as a thief!… What a fool! What a fool!" A thief. Why shouldn't James Boyle pinch out a little fun while waiting? How was he to anticipate the girl and the sea-tramp called The Tigress? Something that wasn't in the play at all but had walked out of the scenery like the historical black cat? "I'll have to punish a lot of tobacco to get the kinks out of this. Then came the great day. Meantime, every preparation had been made outside for his departure. Mr.
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