"I must go. I tell you, I must. I--I can't stay here."
"Very well." Mrs. Mundy looked toward Selwyn and away from me.
"When you're steady you can go. Mr. Thorne will telephone for a cab
and I will take you--home."
"Oh no!" The girl's face became the pallor that frightens, and on
either side of her a hand was dug in the couch on which she was
sitting. "I'm all right now. I don't want a cab. I just want to
go, and by myself. Please let me go!"
The last words were lost in a sob, and coming close to her I sat
beside her, and, putting my hand on her face, turned it slightly that
I might better see the big, black bruise on her forehead, partly
hidden by the loose, dark curls which fell across it. Her hair was
short and thick and parted on the side, giving her a youthful, boyish
look that was in odd contrast to the sudden terror in her eyes, and
for the first time I saw how slight and frail she was, saw that about
her which baffled and puzzled me, and which I could not analyze. She
wore no hat, and the red scarf around her neck was the only touch of
color in her otherwise dark dress.
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