When London Sleeps — page 93: what you’re looking at

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88 | TEMPTER AND TEMPTED. He had left Mr. Fuller at the hotel. The lawyer was not the associate that was most congenial to him. _ ‘They were both to go to the circus that evening, and Haynes felt that this enforced companionship ‘was about as much as he could endure. He was walking along with bowed head when he almost ran into a woman who was approaching from _the opposite direction. He raised his eyes and stood aside with a muttered apology. Then he stopped, rooted to the ground, while the woiman and himself gazed into each other’s faces. Of all people on earth this was the last person he cared to see. And, save for one reason, the same was true of her. “Hilda Corrode!’? he exclaimed, beneath his breath. “You!’’? she muttered, staggering back a little, with one hand pressed convulsively to ‘her heart. “‘Is it really you?’ But Haynes was not aman to belong phased by anything, natural or supernatural. Ina very short time he had recovered from his surprise. “By Jove, this is a startler!’’ he said. And then he proceeded, in a tone which was anything but complimentary to the woman of whom he asked the question: ‘‘What on earth are you doing here?” Hilda Corrode was silent for a moment, her eyes never leaving his fuce. It was not thatit wasa _ pleasing contemplation to her. Far from it! But there was not much that she would not have given to be able to read his thoughts, to discover upon his comicbooks.co