"I can never get poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad. If he succeeds there, I do not know how I can prove myself. ‘You dare to come to me? What do you wish of me? Why have you come? I do not want you!’ She swept round on Gerald abruptly and he braced for the onslaught. I must stay a minute longer, if only to see you smile. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her. “Yes?” he said. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed. “You haven’t come here to make a lot of difficulties?” she asked. He had been reading Belfort Bax, and declared himself a convert. She walked with an easy quickness down the Avenue and through the proletarian portion of Morningside Park, and crossing these fields came into a pretty overhung lane that led toward Caddington and the Downs.
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