It was breathless, mottled, hideously ugly, to all appearances the face of a dead man, but it brought to me no sense of remorse.

The cur--"the unspeakable cur." In my heart I hoped he was dead, and in a sudden feeling of utter contempt, I struck the inert body with my foot.

Then, as my eyes lifted, they encountered those of the girl.

She had drawn back to the table, startled out of all reserve by this sudden apparition, unable to comprehend.

Doubt, questioning, fright found expression in her face.