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Webster, Henry Kitchell, 1875-1932

"The Real Adventure"

" And then to her. "I
came to see you this afternoon and again to-night."
"Yes, I know," she said. "I just this minute got in. Can't you come back
again now?"
How in the world, she had wondered, could she manage her voice like
that! From the way it sounded she might have been speaking to Alice
Perosini; and yet her shaking hand could hardly hold the receiver. She
heard him say:
"It's pretty late, isn't it? I don't want to ... You'll be tired
and ..."
"It's not too late for me," she said, "only you might come straight
along before it gets any later."
She managed to wait until she heard him say, "All right," before she
hung up the receiver. Then a big racking sob, not to be denied any
longer, pounced on her and shook her.


CHAPTER IV
COULEUR-DE-ROSE

The fact that the length of time it would take a taxi to bring him down
from his hotel to her apartment was not enough to decide anything in,
plan anything in, was no more than enough, indeed, to give her a chance
to stop crying and wash her face, was a saving factor in the situation.


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