She was glad to join in
the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a
thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to
her feet. Dizzily, she
grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no
heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. If you don’t eat humble-pie now you may live to fare
worse later. “Do you think he’s still around?” She paused
thoughtfully. "
"We won't trust you, my youngster," answered the janizary. Then the dagger’s point came in a
whirling arc towards his face. In the old days he had been
something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. According to what I’ve heard, you oughtn’t to
be here. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a
reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the
preparation-room. ” She replied. There’s plenty to be got out of life in a decent sort of way. Her safety lay in pretense—that
what she saw was as a tale twice told.
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