” She went on, with a desperate attempt to be
easy and colloquial:
“You see, we were rather good friends, I thought, and now perhaps it will be
difficult for us to get back to the old friendly footing. He’s a
salesman for AT and T, but he’s never made a lot of
money. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair
near the fire had evidently been used. "We have had a sad loss, my dear Winifred," he began,—"for I must use the
privilege of an old friend, and address you by that familiar name,—we have had
a sad loss in the death of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for ever
revere. I'm always agreeable to the
women, bless their kind hearts! Now! slip the purse into my hand. Look! Is that some one
coming out?”
The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled,
passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite
direction. If she kept on, would she make it
out of the door? Then what? He could come after her before she could reach the
secret passage. Life is morality—life is adventure. For I still love her mother.
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