Between herself and yonder evil mind she had the strongest buckler God could give—love. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his; and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. In her usual style, she interviewed him for his life and was pleased that he liked nothing more than to talk about himself. The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. There was a couple who disappeared. You have the look in your eyes to-night which you had that day, the look of a frightened child. There was no mistaking his intentions this time. And as he gave back the portfolio to Sir Rowland he contrived, unobserved, to slip the precious document into his sleeve, and from thence into his pocket. She realized that he was the sort of man one does not think much about at dinners. Blood, they say, won't come out. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear.
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