She has some sort of hateful gift," Beatrice continued, and her voice shook and her eyes flashed, "some hateful gift of attracting people to her and making them do her bidding, of spoiling their lives and throwing them away when they have ceased to be useful.

Leonard, you must not let her do this with you." He rose to his feet awkwardly.

Very likely it was all true, and yet, what difference did it make?
"Thank you," he said.
They stood, for a moment, hand in hand.

Then they heard the sound of a key in the lock.
"Here's Annie coming back!" Beatrice exclaimed.
Tavernake was introduced to Miss Annie Legarde, who thought he was a very strange person indeed because he did not fit in with any of the types of men, young or old, of whom she knew anything.

And as for Tavernake, he considered that Miss Annie Legarde would have looked at least as well in a hat half the size, and much better without the powder upon her face.