He would
discuss something she had been reading, and he would give her some
unexpected angle, setting a fictional character before her with astonishing
clearness. He would sit in his inner
office and compose conversations with her, penetrating, illuminating, and nearly
conclusive—conversations that never proved to be of the slightest use at all with
her when he met her face to face. "
"I will have none till I have forced the villain's name from you!" he cried,
stamping the floor with rage. ”
She turned her face to the fire, gripped her hands upon her elbows, and drew
her thin shoulders together in a shrug. He moaned. Then she
slowly straightened, releasing him. “I think,” he said, “that some one ought to warn her. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1. The second
look told me I was wrong.
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