Out of the Past — page 100: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 3 97 sensibilities. Unfortunately, I have sensibilities of my own—a few.” Freed from the horrid fear of the police, Saline came to herself sufficiently to feel once more her indomitable independence. As usual, it shed a sort of majesty about her. M. Vignaud came quickly toward _ her. “Forgive me,’ he exclaimed, “and I will ask you to stay.” “No! Not for a million; not even for the respect of such an irreproachable man; not for this and that and all your palatial house.” As she spoke she drew the jewels from her neck and arms and tossed them on a table. “To be free again! To choose where I like or not at all! To fear no master of the house! ‘To be myself. Oh —Liberty !” He had lost her. She already looked upon him as one of the ornaments of his hdétel, and soon he was mortified to see that she had forgotten his existence, her eyes bent upon an imaginary goal, her brows gathered in con- centrated thought upon some new departure upon which her ready wit had already embarked. Soon it was she who walked the hall, and it was M. Vignaud who waited, endeavoring to stifle his regrets and vainly trying to recover the moral strength with which he CONMICLOOOK<S.: