Goliath cringed as his master rushed past him to the door. He listened to his feet flying down the stairs toward the night.
Rita lay with her head hanging over the couch. Her lips were opened. Her teeth gleamed like little deaths. She lay motionless as Mallare had flung her.
Goliath shuffled to the couch. His huge black face stared over her closed eyes.
[opp. 58]
Third Drawing
[Fifty-nine]
[III]
e remembered that he had thrown the girl against the wall and he paused. The street was black. Great shadows balanced themselves on his eyes.
“I have escaped from myself,” he muttered.