Think, ma’am. You had better let me go again. Then the inner door opened abruptly. He resumed his listening. Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. “How could he call except in your absence, as you are never at home in the afternoon.
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