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Coira, my girl, standing on that corner after dark you can see the electric signs of fifteen theatres, not one of them more than five minutes' walk away; and just round the corner there are more. I want to go home! I want to take one large, unparalleled leap from here and come down at the corner I told you about. D'you know what I'd do? We'll say it's 7 P.M. and beginning to get dark.
I want you to go." "I won't!" the boy cried. "I won't go! I tell you they could talk me out of anything. You don't know 'em. I do. I can't stand against them. I won't go, and that settles it. Besides, I'm not so sure that this fellow's telling the truth. I've known old Charlie a lot longer than I have him." Coira O'Hara turned a despairing face over her shoulder toward Ste. Marie.
But down in the busy boulevard Ste. Marie stood hesitating on the curb. There were so many things to be done, in the light of these new developments, that he did not know what to do first. "Mlle. Coira O'Hara! Mademoiselle!" The thought gave him a sudden sting of inexplicable relief and pleasure. She would be O'Hara's daughter, then. This was a new development, indeed!
Coira O'Hara, and ask her if she knew anything of the whereabouts of young Arthur Benham, whom a photographer had suspected of being in love with her. He certainly could not do that. And there seemed to be nothing else that Ste. Marie broke off this somewhat despondent course of reasoning with a sudden little voiceless cry.
Nilssen knew only of Coira O'Hara's presence here, and drew a rather natural inference. If that was all, there was no danger from her no more, that is, than had already borne its fruit, for Stewart knew well enough that Ste. Marie must have learned of the place from her.
"To-night at two by the little door in the garden wall. And he's coming with us. The young fool is coming with us.... So she and I go out of each other's lives.... Coira!" he cried, with a sudden sharpness. "Coira, I won't have it! Am I going to lose you ... like this? Am I going to lose you, after all ... now that we know?" He put up his hand once more, a weak and uncertain hand.
There was no apparent reason why he should not hasten back to the eager arms in the rue de l'Université if he chose to unless, indeed, his undissembling attitude toward Mlle. Coira O'Hara might serve as a reason.
Think how sudden it has been for him. Don't be hard with him, M. Ste. Marie." Ste. Marie dropped his hand, and the lad backed a few steps away. His face was crimson. After a moment he said: "I'm sorry, Coira. I didn't mean that. I didn't mean it. I beg your pardon. I'm about half dippy, I guess. I don't know what to believe or what to think or what to do."
He remembered other things, and his face grew lighter and he drew a great breath of relief. He said: "Coira, I do not believe he knew. Stewart has lied equally to you all tricked each one of you." And at that the girl gave a cry of gladness and began to weep.
I might have known, I might have seen it, but I was a blind fool. I thought intolerable things. I might have known. They have lied to you most damnably, Coira." She stared at him in a breathless silence without movement of any sort. Only her face seemed to have turned a little whiter and her great eyes darker, so that they looked almost black and enormous in that still face.
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