She clenched her hands together and
leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. Only
think how compromising. Everything I could do!
Your father sat up all night. I won't give him a chance. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. But McClintock's mind was perceptive, whereas Spurlock's
was only dully confused. 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.
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