"
When McGregor had gone Margaret Ormsby got up from her desk in the
settlement house and walked across the city toward her father's
office. She was startled and frightened. In a moment and by the speech
and manner of this brutal young lawyer she had been made to realise
that she was but a child in the hands of the forces that played about
her in the First Ward. Her self--possession was shaken. "If they are
children--these women of the town--then I am a child, a child swimming
with them in a sea of hate and ugliness."
A new thought came into her mind. "But he is no child--that McGregor.
He is a child of nothing. He stands on a rock unshaken."
She tried to become indignant because of the blunt frankness of the
man's speech. "He talked to me as he would have talked to a woman of
the streets," she thought. "He was not afraid to assume that at bottom
we are alike, just playthings in the hands of the man who dares."
In the street she stopped and looked about. Her body trembled and she
realised that the forces about her had become living things ready to
pounce upon her. "Anyway, I will do what I can. I will help him. I
will have to do that," she whispered to herself.
CHAPTER VI
The clearing of Andrew Brown made a sensation in Chicago.
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