Yet I recalled their depth and expression with a sudden surging of red, riotous blood through my veins.

As I sat there, uncertain how I might break the embarrassing silence, she suddenly glanced up questioningly.
"You--you do not at all understand my position, do you ?" she asked timidly.

"I mean why I should be homeless, on the street, alone at--at such an hour ?" "No," I responded, surprised into frankness, "you do not seem like that kind." A wave of color flooded her clear cheeks, the brown eyes darkening.
"And I am not that kind," she exclaimed proudly, her head flung back, revealing the round, white throat.

"You must comprehend that fact at once.".