He could
not think. He could see nothing except her eyes.
His inattention seemed to communicate itself to Mrs. Porter. She rapped
imperatively upon the table for the third time. The report galvanized
Steve, as, earlier in the day, a similar report had galvanized Mr.
Penway; but Kirk did not move.
"Mr. Winfield!"
Still Kirk made no sign that he had heard her. It was discouraging, but
Lora Delane Porter was not made of the stuff that yields readily to
discouragement. She resumed:
"As for this wretched girl"--she indicated the silent Mamie with a wave
of her hand--"this abandoned creature whom you have led astray, this
shameless partner of your----"
"Say!"
The exclamation came from Steve, and it stopped Mrs. Porter like a
bullet. To her this interruption from one whom she had fallen upon and
wiped out resembled a voice from the tomb. She was not accustomed to
having her victims rise up and cut sharply, even peremptorily, into the
flow of her speech. Macbeth, confronted by the ghost of Banquo, may
have been a little more taken aback, but not much.
She endeavoured to quell Steve with a glance, but it was instantly
apparent that he was immune for the time being to quelling glances. His
brown eyes were fixed upon her in a cold stare which she found
arresting and charged with menace. His chin protruded and his upper lip
was entirely concealed behind its fellow in a most uncomfortable
manner.
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