Then they heard her draw in her breath rather sharply, and her hand groped up toward Humphrey's shoulder.
'Wait!' she said breathlessly. 'I can't go in there now. Not right now. Wait a little. I can't!'
Humphrey led her away into the shadows.
Corinne looked at Henry. 'Hm!' she murmured—'serious!'
The university clock struck one.
Again Henry felt that pressure in the temples and dryness in the throat. His thoughts, most of them, were whirling again. But one corner of his mind was thinking clearly, coldly:—
'This is the real thing. Drama! Life! Maybe tragedy! And I'm seeing it! I'm in it, part of it!'
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Corinne was peering into the shadows.
'Where'd they go?' she said. 'We've got to find them. This thing's getting worse every minute.'