“No, I didn’t do that. I swear I didn’t....”
He looked at her steadily. He did not believe her.
“What are you going to do now?”
“I don’t know.”
“What’s going to become of you?”
“I don’t know.”
He leaned back, his hands clasping his knee. He noted a tress of bright gold hair coiling over her hollow cheek.
“I mustn’t leave her to her fate,” he thought.
Bending forward he said impulsively: “Look here, let me lend you some money.”
A deep flush stained her cheek. He, too, was one of them ... the beasts. Sharply she answered: