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There is something in common between Bellwattle and Dandy. I cannot / easily describe it, but I find a strange resemblance. It lies, I think, / in their powers of intuition, for whereas Dandy takes the color of his / mood from the subtlest tone of my voice, it is with Bellwattle that she / knows my mood before I have so much as uttered a single word.
As I walked up the drive -- a broad shingle walk, so called because / it enables Quin's car to come immediately to the front door -- I was / thinking of all that had taken place that morning; trying to justify / it in my mind with any reasonable scheme of things however remote. To / what purpose had I heard that story in the restaurant? With what object / had that poor child of ill-fortune been induced to shelter in the very / doorway which I must pass? Or, granting that as reasonable enough, why / had she spoken to me -- and, speaking, why had she appealed to me for / charity? There were many things she might have said, less calculated / to catch my sympathy than to ask me for her cab fare home -- things at / which I should have hurried by rather than hear. But no -- she had caught / the moment's speculation of my mind and, out of my conversation with / her, had grown the belief that I was meant to save Clarissa from / destruction.