Neither of us spoke. I watched her face without seeming to do so, and by the light of occasional street lamps saw her studying me furtively. At last she said: "I wish to go to my uncle's now.
"
"We are going home," said I.
"But the house will be shut up," said she, "and everyone will be in bed. It's nearly midnight.
Besides, they might not--" She came to a full stop.
"We are going home," I repeated. "To the Willoughby.
"
She gave me a look that was meant to scorch-and it did. But I showed at the surface no sign of how I was wincing and shrinking.
She drew further into her corner, and out of its darkness came, in a low voice: "How I _hate_ you!" like the whisper of a bullet.
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