If these two could just make out each other that was all.
"Well! And were you very much terrified ?" I asked.
She made me wait a little before she said, raising her eyes: "He was gentleness itself." I noticed three abominable, drink-sodden loafers, sallow and dirty, who had come to range themselves in a row within ten feet of us against the front of the public-house.

They stared at Flora de Barral's back with unseeing, mournful fixity.
"Let's move this way a little," I proposed.
She turned at once and we made a few paces; not too far to take us out of sight of the hotel door, but very nearly.

I could just keep my eyes on it.

After all, I had not been so very long with the girl.

If you were to disentangle the words we actually exchanged from my comments you would see that they were not so very many, including everything she had so unexpectedly told me of her story.