A glance sufficed to show the young man how matters stood. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. You speak as one injured—as though I had been the one to take your name—as though you had been the one to make sacrifices. Why had he glanced up—quite in that way?. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. He came along, he said, just to call, with large, loud apologies, radiantly kind and good.
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