Then he was to arrest you and bring you home to me. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. ’ ‘Pah! Do you think I will run away? Do not be so foolish, and go and fetch him this instant. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest.
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