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AS Lawrence watched the little drama he saw the features of Le Blanc suddenly harden. There was cruelty as well as anger in his eyes, his hand half went out in the direction of the woman with a gesture which was terribly significant. There are certain men, strong men, reputed to be of pluck and courage, who yet do not scruple to lay their hands upon a woman, but Lawrence had not associated Le Blanc with men of this class. But in that moment his eyes were opened and he knew that here, at any rate, was one of them. He could see the way the woman shrank suddenly back. He could see a sudden disgust and loathing flash over the features of the millionaire before he resumed his normal expression. It was not unpleasant to know that whatever Doveluck's feelings might be, he had no sympathy with the brutal mood of his companion. He said something now in a quick, staccato voice which brought the blood flaming into Le Blanc's face and caused his eyes to glitter evilly. Here was a man obviously at times unaccountable for his actions. Here, perhaps, was the result of the morphia with which Le Blanc's constitution was saturated.
"Did you see that?" Lawrence whispered.