Jack was so harrassed that he felt half inclined to stand at bay. He hung over her—he and his loan to her
and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting
possibility of annoyance and exposure. "Them's catchpoles, I s'pose, Sir, arter the gemman with a writ?" he observed. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. “Had the pleasure of dining with you at the ‘Ambassador’s’ one night, before the
show, you know—last September I think it was. And, thrusting a
piece of iron into his mouth, he forced him out of the room. He comforted
himself, however, with the certainty which he felt of capturing his prey on the
Sunday. "
"Because he said he was a Yale man?"
"That might be it. Ruth, standing by, heard his true laughter for the first
time. ”
The man’s face was dark with passion. “These are her rooms,” she said. "Rather cramped, eh?"
"Rather so, Sir," replied the other, altering his position. It was horrible, but what
could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and
insults, to prevent her. The air was pungent and
leaden. Do you hear me? Do you hear what I am
saying?.
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