Her eyes had narrowed coldly; a smile that was a trade grimace distorted her mouth.
The change in her wakened Luke. He restored his watch to his pocket. He felt a slight chill at his heart and a self-accusation.
"No," he said brusquely; and started to walk away.
The woman followed.
"Aw, come on," she urged. Her tone coarsened under his refusal.
"No," said Luke.
"Please?" her voice whined. She put her hand on his arm.
Luke shook off the hand. He was too angry with himself to have pity for her.
"Stop this," he ordered.
"But won't you listen?" The woman's hand returned persistently; it clutched. "I got somethin' to——"