She had passed that stage; she was like a victim led to the stake in whom nothing but dull endurance is left.
Jack backed into a chair and sat with bowed head, his cheeks in his hands.

Had the earth opened under him he could not have been more astounded.

Garry Minott a defaulter! Garry a thief! Everything seemed to whirl about him--only the woman remained quiet--still standing--her calm, impassive eyes fixed on his bowed head; her dry, withering, soulless words still vibrating in the hushed room.
"When did this happen, Corinne--this--this taking of Mr.McGowan's money ?" The words came between his closed fingers, as if he, too, would shut out some horrible shape.
"Some two weeks ago." "When did you know of it ?" "Night before last, after you left him.

I knew he was in trouble, but I did not know it was as bad as this.

If Mr.Breen had helped me everything would have been all right, for Garry sold out all the stock he had in the Warehouse Company, and this ten thousand dollars is all he owes." She shivered as she spoke, and her pale, tired eyes closed as if in pain.