"Ah!" she screamed, seeing the uplifted weapon in Sheppard's hand, "don't hurt Thames—don't, dear Jack! If you want to kill somebody, kill me, not him. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. When he was concentrating, deep shadows formed under his gray eyes. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. 'Mrs.
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