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you out, my girl, at last, and since you're to be my daughter I'll thrash you for it, I'll . . ."

Nurdo said with insolence, barring the way: "Let her alone. We shall leave now—both of us, for good."

She made a step forward, but staggered and would have fallen, had she not caught at the door.

"Oh, you'11 leave? And your bill? And her father?— I'll wake him; only wait till he hears his little pet's no better than a pr—a prostitute, yes, a vulgar prostitute, you heard what I said. . . ."

And she feil to shrieking, "Alfred! Alfred!" But there was no answer from down-stairs.

Nurdo walked across to the door.

"Lina! Run quick and get your things. Please make haste. We can stay here no longer."

Paulina said loftily, although her legs were trembling: "I shall be very quick. Wait for me."

And she ran past the dragon at the door, gaining the shelter of her own room. Here, with shaking fingers, she thrust her earthly possessions into an old hamper of Mr. Varley's. She was quick indeed, but there was no reason why her packing should have taken long. Two merino dresses, some under-garments, a practise-dress, three pairs of ballet shoes, her bonnet and shawl, and she was ready, dragging her hamper along the passage. When she reached Nurdo's room she found him also engaged in packing, while Mrs. Purdie, in a chair, wept noisily.

Paulina, very white, her nose in the air, sat down in another chair while Nurdo stuffed shirts and waistcoats into a shabby black bag. He was preoccupied; he whistled through his teeth. By the time he had finished packing Mrs. Purdie was snoring, fast asleep.

"I'll go down-stairs," said Paulina at length, "and wait while you bring the luggage. My hamper's very heavy; I can scarcely drag it."