‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame that rapscallion who calls himself your father. Three times she escaped. He walked through a wide open archway, curtained with deep-blue curtains, into the apartment that served as a reception-room. Something in her voice and manner conveyed an effect of unwonted gravity to him. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. She was greatly heartened by doing this. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact. After all, what could happen? He was looking at her very hard and earnestly. She could not stir hand or foot. .
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