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WITH a sigh Lawrence submitted himself to the inevitable. He had been battling against circumstances ever since the door of the prison had closed upon him. Now he was inclined to give the whole thing up in despair. Try as he would, be as careful as he could, troubles and dangers seemed to rise up at every corner. But here was a trouble which was not only unforeseen, but more likely to prove dangerous than any other of his worries. It was nothing that the intoxicated person in the armchair failed to recognize him for the moment, because, sooner or later, his mind would clear and he would be able to point to Lawrence as the man whom he had seen in Le Blanc's studio. The evil day might be postponed for a little, but it would come inevitably.
Still, there was something in the fact that he was dealing with a good-natured man, and from this Lawrence derived a scanty measure of comfort. The stranger did not look in the least vindictive--on the contrary, Lawrence sized him up to be the kind of man who would go a long way off the beaten track to help a fellow-creature. Obviously, it would be a pleasure to him to lend a helping hand to humanity in distress.