From the first there had always been between her and
her listeners that electrical sympathy which only a certain order of genius seems
able to create. A
disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s
table, was only too manifestly sketching her. Her mind jumped with questions as fear raced through her and hardened into a
bid for retaliation. Charley Pevenill was our host. Manning, relinquishing his cup without answering
her question, “when I hear you talk of earning a living, it’s as if I heard of an
archangel going on the Stock Exchange—or Christ selling doves. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips. It was as follows, and, when
uttered, produced a strong effect upon all who heard it, except the prisoner, who,
in no respect, altered his sullen and dogged demeanour. There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral. He was engaged in detesting Manning and himself in
almost equal measure. Huge trees obscured the view of it. It’s just upon my lunch-time. You could return to civilization and have a good time all the rest of your days. Mrs.
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