“I can’t see why you gave her the part—she’s so homely.”
“That needn’t hurt you any.”
“But she has a scene with me, even though it is only a bit.”
“Maybe when she gets a square meal in her she won’t look so much like a ghost.”
He lit a cigar, rolling it between his lips with the joy of an epicure.
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] Goring cooled her hot throat with an ice, frowning at his complacent finality. It increased her own irritation, made her want to grip him by the shoulders and shake him.
The girl was homely. Why did he argue about it?
A zigzag of lightning cut through the sky. With a crash it tore open and the deluge descended like the wrath of God sent to cleanse a heathen city. Crash after crash, fire upon fire, barrages of rain hurled against the buildings, shaking their very walls.
Goring shivered. In spite of the stewing heat a chill went through her.
“Let’s get out of this,” she said.