'Will you walk along here for a minute or two ?' 'What do you want to say?
I'm tired.' 'Mrs.Tubbs has told your mother what has happened, and she came to me.
Your father doesn't know yet.' 'It's nothing to me whether he knows or not.

I've left the place, that's all, and I'm going to live here till I've got another.' 'Why not go home ?' 'Because I don't choose to.

I don't see that it concerns you, Mr.
Kirkwood.' Their eyes met, and Sidney felt how little fitted he was to reason with the girl, even would she consent to hear him.

His mood was the wrong one; the torrid sunshine seemed to kindle an evil fire in him, and with difficulty he kept back words of angry unreason; he even--strangest of inconsistencies--experienced a kind of brutal pleasure in her obvious misery.

Already she was reaping the fruit of obstinate folly.