Читать книгу The Salamander - Owen Johnson - Страница 9
Оглавление"No, no, not so fast!"
"No, no—not so fast!" he cried.
He flung out his arm, barring the way. For a moment she was frightened, seeing what was in his eyes, hearing the tumult in the salon behind. Then, without drawing back, she raised her hand gently, and put his arm away.
"Please, Mr. Lindaberry, protect me! I need it! I ought not to be here."
"What?" he said, staring at her.
"I'm a crazy little fool!" she said frantically. "Help me to get away!"
"Crazy little child!" he said, after staring a moment as if suddenly recognizing her. "Get away, then—quickly!"
She felt no more resentment, only a great pity, such as one feels before a magnificent ruin. She wished to stop to speak to him—but she was afraid.
"Thank you," she said, with a look that appealed to him not to judge her. "I am crazy—out of my mind! Come and see me—do!"
