He made a quick movement towards her, but she did not flinch. “On the stage? Yes. ” That conversation ended and he turned to her again. He continued to do this for the rest of the evening intermittently, in and out, among other topics. She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. I needn't tell you to tread carefully. I hope you won’t think less of me, you’ve treated me so well. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye. But in the appendix of the dictionary she had discovered magic names—Hugo, Dumas, Thackeray, Hawthorne, Lytton.
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