Would
he always be obliged to see her tortured in some way or another? The
Fates were sending him more than any man could bear to look upon.
"What are you going to do?" he said roughly in French, "I can't stand
seeing this!"
Emile showed no signs of surprise at the other's manifest anxiety,
possibly because his own was as deep, though his method of expressing
it was different. He felt helpless, and, being a man, resented the
feeling, so by consequence his always rugged manner became even more
unpleasant than usual.
"Well," he rejoined, "what can you expect in this filthy place? This
street isn't so bad, but of course she has so often been down in those
slums in the Parelelo. The Calle de Pescadores alone is enough to give
anyone a fever. I think Sobrenski has made a point of sending her down
every poisonous street in the place. Ireland's a clean country, you
see, compared with this, so she hasn't much chance, and as she starves
herself half the time that won't make things any better."
"She must have some woman to look after her.
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