" Mr. He was a comforting, humorous old ruffian; but there were few men in the Orient more deeply read in psychology and physiognomy. ” She said to him as they walked past houses down the block. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. Gerald would certainly have demanded back his sword. You got to take the world as it is, and the only possible trade for a girl that isn’t sweated is to get hold of a man and make him do it for her. There are way-stations—even terminals. Free, there is nothing left to her but the canal. ’ ‘Yes, but I need a word with Gerald,’ protested the captain, hanging back. 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.
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