How clever she was, to fool everybody so easily! Not yet had any one suspected the truth: that she was, in a certain worldly sense, only four weeks old, that her every act had been written down on paper beforehand, and that her success lay in rigidly observing the rules which she herself had drafted to govern her conduct.
She finished the olive and looked up.

Directly in range stood the strange young man, although he was at the far side of the loft.

He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand.

She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature.

What a pity! But why?
There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should drink, knowing the inevitable payment.