She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the
more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. He was now as civil as he had just been insolent. Ain't he, Madam?'"
"He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that. Yet either the rest or the wine
seemed already to have done him good. "
He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more
lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. The Supper at Mr. "I hope not. "
McClintock without further speech strode toward his bungalow; and half an hour
later Spurlock, passing, heard the piano-tuning key at work. Hey. ‘What is it?’
‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’
‘You can leave the young lady to me. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think
—if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. It takes
too many years to climb even a step in the social ladder.
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