He was a figure, wicked some said, a schemer many said, a rock of refuge for his friends said more.

This was the man, no uncommon type in the great cities of the great republic.
As for the woman, I write with greater hesitation.

I can tell of her in this place but in vague outline.

She was slender, not tall, brown-haired and with eyes like those of the deer or Jersey heifer, save that they had the accompanying expression of thought or mood or fancy which mobile human features with them give.

She was a woman of the city, with all that gentle craft which is a woman's heritage.