The door was opened, and Austin entered the cell, when he absolutely recoiled before the spectacle he beheld, and could scarcely have looked more alarmed if the prison had tumbled about his ears. The man lingered. "Ah!" he exclaimed, as the painting was turned towards him. A certain irritation crept into his manner as he did so. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. They carried no more than bare subsistence wages; and they demanded all her time and energy. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. She asked no further questions for the moment. He remained standing by the stem of the proa, his glance roving investigatingly. Perhaps she would have to charge this man and appear in a police-court next day. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin.
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