The clock struck half-past ten. He was asleep. I told him the truth. He was accustomed to such surprises, and enjoyed them. His interest was divided: while his ears drank in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back to Ruth. Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. "You!" cried Jack, scornfully. Even though I knew you’d no one else to care. ’ ‘Do you indeed?’ rejoined the old lady, twinkling at him, and urging him towards the door. "I took you for one who wouldn't hesitate to avail himself of any advantage chance might throw in his way," returned the thief-taker, coldly. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger.
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