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To some of them he had written imaginary answers, but as these all referred to a financial secret known only to the parties concerned in Christine's and his own sacrifice, it was proof positive that he had written only for his own comfort.
And the voice, the voice which I had recognized under the mask, was on its knees before me, WAS A MAN! And I began to cry... The man, still kneeling, must have understood the cause of my tears, for he said, 'It is true, Christine! ... I am not an Angel, nor a genius, nor a ghost ... I am Erik!" Christine's narrative was again interrupted. An echo behind them seemed to repeat the word after her.
"Oh, do come, Trooper," cried Maggie Blair tremulously, "Christine's a reckless driver and Dolly's dreadful with cars." Christina sat looking on at the little comedy, laughing and wondering what its outcome was to be. Just then Mrs. Johnnie Dunn came honking home from town and stormed past the store.
"That's the case," he answered, "and, of course," he added in a mollifying tone, "being my sister as well as Christine's, there's no reason why you shouldn't be alone with me in the room a few moments. Is there now?" he added to Christine. The acting was clever enough, but not quite convincing, and Christine was too excited to respond to his blarney.
The very next day I resolved on insuring Christine's happiness without making her my wife. I had thought of marrying her when I loved her better than myself, but after obtaining possession the balance was so much on my side that my self-love proved stronger than my love for Christine.
"So I asked him to have some with us." Her voice sounded very gay; the little flush had not died out of her cheeks. "I am very pleased you have come," said Christine's mother. She shook hands with Jimmy, and smiled at him with her mother-eyes. Jimmy wished they would not be so kind to him. It made him feel a thousand times more miserable.
So they planned, calmly ignorant that poor Christine's story and Tillie's and Johnny Rosenfeld's and all the others' were already written among the things that are, and the things that shall be hereafter. "You are very good to me," said Sidney. When she rose, K. Le Moyne sprang to his feet.
It had belonged to the great-grandmother of Monsieur Louis Lavilette, and was the one security that this ambitious family did not spring up, like a mushroom, in one night. It had always touched Christine's imagination as a child. Some native instinct in, her made her prize it beyond everything else.
She had seen him the moment she entered, but she thought it more effective to pretend otherwise. "I am over there with friends," said Jimmy curtly. He glanced across to the table he had just left, and met Christine's eyes. Somehow he felt uncomfortable. He looked sharply away again, and down at the beautiful smiling face raised to his. "When may I come and see you?" he asked bluntly.
Between people who cared for one another it counted less than a word, and his sullen refusal of every trivial pleasure and relief that lay in her power to give them hurt and puzzled her. She saw in it only a bitter pride. "You might at least let me make Christine's life easier in little things," she said.
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