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She may have been driven into the Devil's hands, but don't you see, don't you feel, the good in her, struggling up, longing for an opportunity to proclaim itself, to take the reins of her life and guide her to calm, to happiness, to peace? I pity that woman, Isaacson; I pity her." "Pity her if you like," the Doctor said, with a strong emphasis, on the first word, "but " He hesitated.
"Please send this to Miss Isaacson," he said, handing out a firm card. The clerk consulted an index and shook his head. "No Miss Isaacson registered here," he said. "Oh, sure not," Morris cried, smiling apologetically. "I mean Miss Aaronson." Once more the clerk pawed over his card index. "You've got the wrong hotel," he declared. "I don't see any Miss Aaronson here, either."
And he thought of the hoarse and hideous sound which that morning he had heard in the temple. "Do sit down by me," said the first voice. Could it really be Nigel's? This time there was in it a sound that was faintly familiar to Isaacson a sound to which he listened almost as a man may regard a shadow and say to himself, "Is that shadow cast by my friend?" A dress rustled.
Directly he had said the words, Isaacson realized that he had made a false step. But it was too late to retrieve it. She was upon him instantly. "Why?" she said, sharply. "Why should you think that?" "You " "I never said so! I never said a word of it!" She remembered the steps Nigel had said he heard when they were together upon the balcony, and beneath the rouge on her face her cheeks went grey.
He spoke with the ease of a host, and sank into his deck chair, laying his hat down upon his knees and stretching out his legs, from which he pulled up the white ducks a little way. Isaacson sat down on a smaller chair, leaned forward, and said, in a very practical, businesslike voice: "No doubt Mr. or Mrs. Armine or both of them, perhaps, has explained how I have come into this affair?
Of course, he had always been more or less subject to it. Isaacson had known that when he saw Nigel draw his chair nearer to hers at the supper-table in the Savoy. But he had been subject to it without ever saying to himself, "I am in subjection." He had never supposed that he was in subjection. The abrupt consciousness of how it was with him excited him tremendously.
"You see, all black faces are pretty much the same," said he. "Their predominant expression is black, but I haven't got the fixings nor the coloured pants and things, to say nothing of a banjo, so I reckon you'll just have to be Mr. Isaacson, and you may thank the God of the Hebrews I haven't made you an old clothes man watches are respectable. Here are your letters, they are short but credible.
His youth was very apparent at this moment, pushing up into view through his indecision. Every scrap of Isaacson's anger against him had now entirely vanished. "Good-bye!" Mrs. Armine moved her head slightly, settling it against a large cushion. She sighed. Isaacson walked slowly towards the companion. As the Loulia was a very large dahabeeyah, the upper deck was long.
The doors of the room of the fountain were open, but the room was full of shadow, which, from his little boat, the eyes of Isaacson could not penetrate. As they came alongside no voice greeted them. He began to regret having come in the hour of the siesta. They glided along past green shutter after green shutter till they were level with the forward deck.
From his lips curled gently pale smoke from a cigarette. As Isaacson stepped upon the Oriental rugs which covered the deck, this young man gently pushed up his hat, looked, let his legs quietly down, and getting on his feet, said: "Doctor Isaacson?" "Yes," said Isaacson coming up to him. The young man held out his hand with a nonchalant gesture. "Glad to meet you.
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