Somehow her walk home with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic rejection, a slamming. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. He became a little more personal and intimate. Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed.
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