’ ‘No, sister, I know that, but—’ ‘You needn’t tell me. This done, he let himself carefully down by it, and having only a few feet to drop, alighted in safety. He felt his heart beat faster and faster—his self-restraint slipping away. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. "What's the matter?" he cried. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. Her likeness to her sister gave him at first almost a shock; a moment afterwards he was conscious of a wonderful sense of relief. Altogether, it was the most dreadful noise he had ever heard. “You remind me of the story which they tell against us over here, you know—of the Englishman who refused to be saved from drowning because he was unacquainted with his rescuer. "You are free," said he, "that grating forms a ladder, by which you may descend in safety.
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