Strikers and anarchists care so little for soap and water themselves,
that they show no consideration to other people for those articles."
Peter passed through the doorway towards which Leonore had glanced. Then
Leonore's anxious look left her, and she no longer looked at the door.
One would almost have inferred that Leonore was afraid of Peter, but
that is absurd, since they were such good friends, since Leonore had
come all the way from Newport to see him, and since Leonore had decided
that Peter must do as she pleased.
Yet, curiously enough, when Peter returned in about twenty minutes, the
same look came into Leonore's face.
"We shall have something to eat in ten minutes," Peter said, "for I hear
your father and mother moving."
Leonore looked towards the door. She did not intend that Peter should
see her do it, but he did.
"Now what shall we do or talk about?" he said. "You know I am host and
mustn't do anything my guests don't wish."
Peter said this in the most matter-of-fact way, but Leonore, after a
look from under her eyelashes at him, stopped thinking about the door.
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