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cious of her great brown eyes fixed upon me, the dog-like appeal of our first meeting intensified to heart-breaking piteousness. On seeing me she did not rise, but cowered as if I would strike her. I looked at her, unable to speak. Antoinette stood sobbing in the doorway. "Well?" said I, at last. "I have come home," said Carlotta. "You have been away a long time," said I. "Ye-es," said Carlotta. "Why have you come?" I asked. "I had no money," said Carlotta, with her expressive gesture of upturned palms. "I had nothing but that." She pointed to a tiny travelling bag. "Everything else was at the Mont de Piete--the pawnshop--and they would not keep me any longer at the pension. I owed them for three weeks, and then they lent me money to buy my ticket to London. I said Seer Marcous would pay them back. So I came home." "But where--where is Pasquale?" I asked. "He went five, six months ago. He gave me some money and said he would send some more. But he did not send any. He went to South Africa. He said there was a war and he wanted to fight, and he said he was sick of me. Oh, he was very unkind," she cried with the quiver of her baby lips. "I wish I had never seen him." "Are you married?" "No," said Carlotta. "Damn him!" said I, between my teeth. "He was going to marry me, but then he said it did not matter in Paris. At first he was so nice, but after a little--oh, Seer Marcous dear, he was so cruel." There was a short silence. Antoinette wept by the door, uttering little half-audible exclamations _"la pauvre petite, le cher ange!"_ Carlotta regarded me wistfully. I saw a new look of suffering in her eyes. For myself I felt numb with pain. "What kind of a pension were you living in?" I asked, unutterable horrors coming into my head. "It was a French family, an old lady and two old daughters, and one fat German professor. Pasquale put me there. It was very respectable," she added, with a wan smile, "and so dull. Madame Champet would scarcely let me go into the street by myself." "Thank heaven you did not fall into worse hands," said I. Carlotta unpinned her old straw hat, quite a different garment from the dainty head-wear she delighted in a year before, and threw it on the couch beside her. A tress of her glorious bronze hair fell loose across her forehead, adding to the woebegone expression of her face. She rose, and as she did so I seemed to notice a curious change in her. She came
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