He did not care whether the stories were accepted or not. We have to hang about in the interval. Slipshod; follow me. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. It would not be possible otherwise to live in daily contact with this level-eyed, lovely girl without loving her. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. Very gently indeed, Alderley grasped the handle of the door and stealthily turned it.
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