”
“Won’t you postpone the attempt, then?” he said gallantly, “until I have done
something to deserve your gratitude? You will not forget—seven-thirty, Café
Maston, Boulevard des Italiennes. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing
livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at
their back. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked
at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?”
“I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. He liked to be near me, he liked to be near any
female, especially a young female. There was already a score or more of people there, some standing up and talking
together, others seated in chairs ranged along the wall. On the floor, underneath the sixth row
desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on
its blunt round corner.
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