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"
Who
is
he
?
"
Martin
asked
Lizzie
.
"
And
what
’
s
it
all
about
,
anyway
?
"
Already
the
zest
of
combat
,
which
of
old
had
been
so
keen
and
lasting
,
had
died
down
,
and
he
discovered
that
he
was
self
-
analytical
,
too
much
so
to
live
,
single
heart
and
single
hand
,
so
primitive
an
existence
.
Lizzie
tossed
her
head
.
"
Oh
,
he
’
s
nobody
,
"
she
said
.
"
He
’
s
just
ben
keepin
’
company
with
me
.
"
"
I
had
to
,
you
see
,
"
she
explained
after
a
pause
.
"
I
was
gettin
’
pretty
lonesome
.
But
I
never
forgot
.
"
Her
voice
sank
lower
,
and
she
looked
straight
before
her
.
"
I
’
d
throw
’
m
down
for
you
any
time
.
"
Martin
looking
at
her
averted
face
,
knowing
that
all
he
had
to
do
was
to
reach
out
his
hand
and
pluck
her
,
fell
to
pondering
whether
,
after
all
,
there
was
any
real
worth
in
refined
,
grammatical
English
,
and
,
so
,
forgot
to
reply
to
her
.
"
You
put
it
all
over
him
,
"
she
said
tentatively
,
with
a
laugh
.
"
He
’
s
a
husky
young
fellow
,
though
,
"
he
admitted
generously
.
"
If
they
hadn
’
t
taken
him
away
,
he
might
have
given
me
my
hands
full
.
"
"
Who
was
that
lady
friend
I
seen
you
with
that
night
?
"
she
asked
abruptly
.
"
Oh
,
just
a
lady
friend
,
"
was
his
answer
.
