You're scaring
somebody
out of her wits," said
Torpenhow, who could see the girl trembling.
Torpenhow, who could see the girl trembling.
Kipling - Poems
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"And how do you like being your own mistress? "
"Do I look as if I liked it? "
"I suppose not. One moment. Would you be good enough to turn your face
to the window? "
The girl obeyed, and Dick watched her face keenly,--so keenly that she
made as if to hide behind Torpenhow.
"The eyes have it," said Dick, walking up and down. "They are superb
eyes for my business. And, after all, every head depends on the eyes.
This has been sent from heaven to make up for--what was taken away.
Now the weekly strain's off my shoulders, I can get to work in earnest.
Evidently sent from heaven. Yes. Raise your chin a little, please. "
"Gently, old man, gently.
You're scaring somebody out of her wits," said
Torpenhow, who could see the girl trembling.
"Don't let him hit me! Oh, please don't let him hit me! I've been hit
cruel today because I spoke to a man. Don't let him look at me like
that! He's reg'lar wicked, that one. Don't let him look at me like that,
neither! Oh, I feel as if I hadn't nothing on when he looks at me like
that! "
The overstrained nerves in the frail body gave way, and the girl wept
like a little child and began to scream. Dick threw open the window, and
Torpenhow flung the door back.
"There you are," said Dick, soothingly. "My friend here can call for a
policeman, and you can run through that door. Nobody is going to hurt
you. "
The girl sobbed convulsively for a few minutes, and then tried to laugh.
"Nothing in the world to hurt you. Now listen to me for a minute.
"And how do you like being your own mistress? "
"Do I look as if I liked it? "
"I suppose not. One moment. Would you be good enough to turn your face
to the window? "
The girl obeyed, and Dick watched her face keenly,--so keenly that she
made as if to hide behind Torpenhow.
"The eyes have it," said Dick, walking up and down. "They are superb
eyes for my business. And, after all, every head depends on the eyes.
This has been sent from heaven to make up for--what was taken away.
Now the weekly strain's off my shoulders, I can get to work in earnest.
Evidently sent from heaven. Yes. Raise your chin a little, please. "
"Gently, old man, gently.
You're scaring somebody out of her wits," said
Torpenhow, who could see the girl trembling.
"Don't let him hit me! Oh, please don't let him hit me! I've been hit
cruel today because I spoke to a man. Don't let him look at me like
that! He's reg'lar wicked, that one. Don't let him look at me like that,
neither! Oh, I feel as if I hadn't nothing on when he looks at me like
that! "
The overstrained nerves in the frail body gave way, and the girl wept
like a little child and began to scream. Dick threw open the window, and
Torpenhow flung the door back.
"There you are," said Dick, soothingly. "My friend here can call for a
policeman, and you can run through that door. Nobody is going to hurt
you. "
The girl sobbed convulsively for a few minutes, and then tried to laugh.
"Nothing in the world to hurt you. Now listen to me for a minute.
