She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the
sleeping tigress. Luckily I’m not. Kneebone—she was too well acquainted; having, more than once, been obliged
to repel his advances; and, though his impertinence would have given her little
concern at another season, it now added considerably to her distraction. ”
“It is very nice of you,” Anna said softly. "Are
you a poltroon, after all?"
"That's it! I ought to have died that night!"
"Or is there a taint of insanity in your family history? Alone and practically
penniless like yourself! You weren't even stirred by gratitude. "But what is an oath to you!" cried the widow, distrustfully. Her girl, Clarice, was ten and
just as pretty as a silver bell. "
"You once saw a man die that way?" the manager echoed, his recent puzzlement
returning full tide.
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