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Webster, Henry Kitchell, 1875-1932

"The Real Adventure"

And came
back in a way that made it more intolerable than ever. For the clear
flame of it had lost its clarity; the confidence that had fanned it was
gone--the sense of his own rightness. The irresistible surge of passion
that had carried him off, had destroyed that. The flame smoked and
smoldered.
"Have you anything here," he asked her dully, "besides what will go in
your trunk?"
It was the surliness of his tone, rather than the words themselves, that
startled her.
"No," she said puzzled. "Of course not."
"Then let's throw them into it quickly," he said, "and we'll lock the
thing up. Do you owe any rent?"
"Roddy!" she said. He heard her moving behind him. She struck a match
and lighted the gas. Then came around in front of him and stared at him
in frowning incredulity. "What do you mean?"
"I mean we're going to get out of this abominable place now--to-night.
We're going home. We can leave an address for the trunk. If it never
comes, so much the better."
Again all she could do was to ask him, with a bewildered stammer, what
he meant.


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