‘But so also it is downstairs. His tone was kind and sympathetic. Small, but eminently serviceable. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. He rested on one elbow. It was a second reminder that against her claim to go free and untrammelled there was a case to be made, that after all it was true that a girl does not go alone in the world unchallenged, nor ever has gone freely alone in the world, that evil walks abroad and dangers, and petty insults more irritating than dangers, lurk. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. Almost instantly she had recognized the fallacy of such a statement. I shan't drive a hard bargain. Life is two things, that’s how I see it; two things mixed and muddled up together. You must not, however, accompany me, Jack. “She has nothing to be afraid of,” he continued.
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