“I’m not going to kill you, John. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. ’ Grudgingly, the sergeant shifted aside and allowed her access to the stairs, grumbling to her retreating back, ‘If I’d me way, missie, I’d send you back to France where you ought never to have come away from, if you arst me. And you think I would marry you?’ ‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant. Perhaps once it had desired some other human being intolerably. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. Then abruptly Mr. “You’re not interested in politics?” he asked, almost with a note of protest. I didn’t realize—I don’t see how I can get out of it now. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest.
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