I have always liked you very much--and I did amuse you--didn't I?
You liked to come here."
There was something poignant about her delicate distraught loveliness
and, in the remoteness of his being, a shuddering knowledge that
it was quite true that she would do anything for any man who would
take care of her, produced an effect on him nothing else would
have produced. Also a fantastic and finely ironic vision of Joseph
and Potiphar's wife rose before him and the vision of himself as
Joseph irked a certain complexness of his mentality. Poignant as
the thing was in its modern way, it was also faintly ridiculous.
Then Robin awakened and shrieked again. The sound which had gained
strength through long sleep and also through added discomfort
quite rang through the house. What that sound added to the moment
he himself would not have been able to explain until long afterwards.
But it singularly and impellingly added.
"Listen!" panted Feather. "She has begun again. And there is no
one to go to her."
"Get up, Mrs. Lawless," he said. "Do I understand that you are
willing that _I_ arrange this for you!"
He helped her to her feet.
"Do you mean--really!" she faltered. "Will you--will you--?"
Her uplifted eyes were like a young angel's brimming with crystal
drops which slipped--as a child's tears slip--down her cheeks.
She clasped her hands in exquisite appeal.
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