Stingaree
knew then. But you are different; you are another being, you are a woman of the world; your heart, your heart is dead and gone!"
He cut her to it, none the less; he could not have inflicted a deeper wound. The blood leapt to her face and neck; she cried out at the insult, the indignity, the outrage of it all; and crying she darted to the door.
It was locked.
She turned on Stingaree.
"You dared to lock the door—you dared! Give me the key this instant."
"I refuse."
"Very well! You have heard my voice; you shall hear it again!"
Her pale lips made the perfect round, her grand teeth gleamed in the electric light.
He arrested her, not with violence, but a shrug.
"I shall jump out of the window and break my neck. They don't take me twice—alive."
She glared at him in anger and contempt. He meant it. Then let him do it. Her eyes told him all that; but as they flashed, stabbing him, their expression altered, and in a trice her ear was to the keyhole.
"Something has happened," she whispered, turning a scared face up to him. "I hear your name.
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