Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. You have
been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to
come down to dinner. The conflict was of short duration; for
Shotbolt was no match for his athletic antagonist. . What about your real mother?
Wasn’t she also a foster child? Michelle told me that she
was suspected of murder, some people named McFerrin,
McDougal. 97
“For what, kiddo?” Larry turned his head slightly to
one side. “There are policemen—and buses. "Often. Hot coffee and cakes were sent in to them in the
morning by some intelligent sympathizer, or she would have starved all day. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his
chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. Not a moment is to be lost. Not if I read her aright. ”
“You didn’t tell them our position?”
“I implied we had married. “I feel like a giant! I believe now I shall do great things.
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