Come in."
But he did not move to cross the threshold. "And why are you not afraid?"
he asked curiously.
"Because," she answered, "I know that you are a gentleman."
The man laughed harshly--such a laugh as Sibyl had never before heard. "A
gentleman! This is the first time I have heard that word in connection
with myself for many a year, Miss Andres. You have little reason for using
it--after what I have done to you--and am doing."
"Oh, but you see, I know that you are forced to do what you are doing. You
_are_ a gentleman, Mr. Marston.--Won't you please come in and sleep by the
fire? You will be so uncomfortable out there. And you have had such a hard
day."
"God bless you, for your good heart, Miss Andres," the man said brokenly.
"But I will not intrude upon your privacy to-night. Don't you see," he
added savagely, "don't you see that I--I _can't?_ Bar your door, please,
and let me play the part assigned to me. Your kindness to me, your
confidence in me, is wasted."
He turned abruptly away and disappeared in the darkness.
Chapter XXXVI
What Should He Do
The next morning, it was evident to Sibyl Andres that the man who said his
name was Henry Marston had not slept.
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