Out of the Past — page 99: what you’re looking at

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96 Out of the Past. “Dieu!” The recoil of his body and his indescribable accent of horror were an all-sufficient reply. Saline rose. “T understand you, monsieur. I have wronged neither you nor any one that [ know. I am what I am; you should be the last to twit me with it. You wish me to leave your house. I will do so—not to-morrow, but now. Let your servants pack what I possess. The articles are all in the bureau and the wardrobes of my room.” ‘As you please. For the first time I respect you.” She flushed painfully. “When I ask for your respect, monsieur, you may offer it.” The man felt his resolution evaporating under those proud eyes. It was hard to let her go. It grew harder with every moment. He walked the hall uneasily, not daring now to look at her. “Where will you go?” “T have my friends. I have my rooms. They have been waiting for me.” “But not to-night—you won’t go to-night. The dark is beastly. I don’t want you to go from my house in this way.”’ “You are gallant, monsieur. You wish me to leave, but not too roughly, not in such a way as to hurt your ECONNICOOOKS EO)