"Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell. “I wonder,” she murmured to herself, “if this is the beginning. " He stared at the agitated curtain; and slowly his chin sank until it touched his chest. ” She smiled at the thought. " "There's no hurry. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. McClintock's heart went out to Spurlock; he would always be the boy's friend, even though he had dragged this girl on to the rocks with him. Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo husband shot down upon one from the skies. She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage. “Suppose you call me by my proper name,” she said quietly.
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