If he died, here in this hotel, who would
care? Or if she died, who would care?
A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of
trying to forget. But here I am to draw upon. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she
remarked gaily. But seriously
——”
“Well seriously?”
“Isn’t it your own fault a little? Why do you not tell me your address, and allow
me to call upon you. She would compose extremely lucid and honorable explanations. Saviour's Stairs. You don't want me to spoil the story, do you?"
"No. I want to be a human being; I want to
learn about things and know about things, and not to be protected as something
too precious for life, cooped up in one narrow little corner. She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to
restrain her tears.
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