“Stop! Don’t put your face there. It disgusts me that you should touch me. The musician. She remembered abruptly that she was really living upon
his money. To his consternation,
she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel,
with both hands about the butt. ”
Anna shrugged her shoulders lightly. “I tell you it was a lie!” he shouted wildly. Nothing but the
publicity of the place and the recollection of that terrible constituency kept him
from attempting some perfectly respectful but unmistakable evidence of his
sympathy. ’
‘Don’t count on it. ” She implored him. The place, in which they stood, was a small entrance-chamber, cut off, like the
segment of a circle, from the main apartment, (of which it is needless to say it
originally constituted a portion,) by a stout wooden partition. Was she
so fearful still?
Roding shrugged and grimaced.
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