”
She felt, with a sudden horror, that she might weep. All her questions would have as a
background the idea of future defence. When she occupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little
porch was overrun with creepers—the garden trim and exquisitely kept. Stanley determined to improve the occasion. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the
sleeping tigress. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended
the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. His hands reached under her
skirt. Mother—dear mother!" he
added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. Probably he will come
around to-morrow and begin all over again. He's worth a dozen of you.
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