Smitherton rushed after her.
"Let me at least put you in a taxi'," he pleaded, but she shook her head.
"You can do only one thing now," she said. "For God's sake, leave me alone."
Though he knew she was in no condition to be left to herself, the spell of those eyes was upon him, too. It was impossible to disobey. He stood there and saw her turn the corner, buffeted by the wind, and disappear.
Then he became conscious of a newsboy's shrieking: "Last 'dition—All 'bout the Burton trad-egy!"