Cathy chimed. CHAPTER XI. She did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of unconditional admission of defeat. So far it had been plain sailing, and it had seemed fairly evident to go on: “I find it very difficult to answer your letter. "You begin to have doubts, eh? A handful of money between you, and nothing else. “Oh, it is okay. “Yes?” “You remember once, how we talked—at a gate on the Downs? We talked about how a girl might get an independent living. He glanced at Ruth (who had stood with her back to the wall, pinned there throughout the contest by terror and the knowledge of her own helplessness), then at the bronze menace, and calculated correctly that this particular adventure was finished. I don’t defend it. . “It is a great art,” she said in broken English.
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