Sometimes--" she paused as if hesitating, then continued gently--"sometimes they are people like yourself, who happen to appeal to his artistic fancy, and whom he can persuade to pose for him." The girl's face was white.

She stared at the woman with pleading, frightened dismay.

She made a pitiful attempt to speak, but could not.
The older woman, watching her, continued, "Forgive me, dear child.

I do not wish to hurt you.

But Mr.King is _so_ careless.