“How is that carmine working?” he asked, with a forced interest. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested. 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. The real ‘Alcide’,” she wound up with a faint smile across the table at him, “is here. ‘She didn’t behave in the least like an émigré, if these people are anything to go by. And I’ve read, and thought, and guessed, and looked—until MY innocence—it’s smirched. "Remember!" cried Quilt, as he forced the captive along.
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