She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. Now when I tell you exactly the truth, you will also not believe me. All she had found was the love of this dog. She held her hand to the place where he had slapped her. If he keeps his word, I'll keep mine. The stranger with a bow returned to his table. Then he took me out to Monteaux, on a motor. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. She deserves what has befallen her. A cold shiver ran through her frame, and her gentle spirit passed away for ever. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. "Comfort yourself, my charmer," said Mr. He chuckled.
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