“Who tied this scarf here?” he asked, looking up. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her. “Been sitting on the doorstep almost for two hours. Why should he stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his head? CHAPTER III He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without her asking! The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog. That’s really our choice now, defy—or futility. And with his clenched hand he struck him a violent blow in the face.
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