Before the offended indignation of the young woman, Burke sat
bewildered by embarrassment for once in his life, and quite at a
loss.
"What's that?" he said, dubiously.
The girl explained the matter explicitly enough.
"What do you mean by this outrage?" she stormed. Her voice was
low and rich, with a charming roundness that seemed the very
hallmark of gentility. But, now, it was surcharged with an
indignant amazement over the indignity put upon her by the
representatives of the law. Then, abruptly, the blue eyes were
softened in their fires, as by the sudden nearness of tears.
"What do you mean?" the girl repeated. Her slim form was tense
with wrath. "I demand my instant release." There was
indescribable rebuke in her slow emphasis of the words.
Burke was impressed in spite of himself, in spite of his
accustomed cold indifference to the feelings of others as
necessity compelled him to make investigation of them. His
harsh, blustering voice softened perceptibly, and he spoke in a
wheedling tone, such as one might employ in the effort to
tranquillize a spoiled child in a fit of temper.
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