Montressor’s guests were. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with
some man?”
“What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad
as to go off alone?”
“After—after what had happened the night before?”
“Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face
as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the
very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and
there, sure enough, was yours. She gathered
stones to place upon the makeshift grave. Every girl in the world practically, except a few of us who teach or type-write,
and then we’re underpaid and sweated—it’s dreadful to think how we are
sweated!” She had lost her generalization, whatever it was. “Always planning
for death. ” She caressed his cheek seductively with her left
palm and he closed his eyes in dreamy anticipation. " The doctor gave Spurlock's hand a friendly pressure. "It's a great world," was the manager's greeting. ‘Pen and paper, do you have them?’
‘Danged if I have,’ came the truculent response. “Julian, please wait. ‘Good.
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