vaguely that the misfortune which this would entail related to Mrs. Markyn. Would not that make his own position toward her immensely worse. Exactly why his existence should become for that reason more utterly unforgivable to her was not plain to him, but he felt that it was a fact, and his throat closed up as he gazed at Beman anxiously.
"Go over there," Beman directed, "and sit down."
Peewee backed toward the chair and drew himself up on it, still staring at Beman in anxiety.
