Yet had the crisis
come quickly he might have met it. But he had to wait, and to wait with
that howling of wild beasts in his ears; and for this he was not
prepared. A woman might be content to die after this fashion; but a man?
His colour went and came, his eyes began to rove hither and thither. Was
it even now too late to escape? Too late to avoid the consequences of
the girl's silly persistence? Too late to--? Her eyes were closed, she
hung half lifeless on his arm. She would not know, she need not know
until afterwards. And afterwards she would thank him!
Afterwards--meantime the window was open, the street was empty, and still
the crowd hung back and did not come.
He remembered that two doors away was a narrow passage, which leaving the
Rue St. Honore turned at right angles under a beetling archway, to emerge
in the Rue du Roule. If he could gain that passage unseen by the mob! He
_would_ gain it. With a swift movement, his mind made up, he took a step
forward. He tightened his grasp of the girl's waist, and, seizing with
his left hand the end of the bar which the assailants had torn from its
setting in the window jamb, he turned to lower himself. One long step
would land him in the street.
At that moment she awoke from the stupor of exaltation.
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