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Then the thought came to her that she would perhaps seem to have fled at the approach of bankruptcy, of poverty. Georges might say to himself: "Had I been rich, she would have forgiven me!" Ought she to allow him to entertain that doubt? To a generous, noble heart like Claire's nothing more than that was necessary to change her plans.
I'm just as human as your friend Ned Stillman and I've got just as keen an eye for class." He sat back in his seat with an air of satisfaction, waiting for Claire's reply. She had been calm enough while he talked, but under the tenseness of his silent expectancy she felt her heart bound. "Dammit all! Why don't you say something?" he blurted out. "I know, you need a little wine.
The desire to see what he had said was strong in her heart, but she had decided not to humor her heart. She held his letter caressingly for a moment and then putting it beside Claire's opened and read Olive Girard's letter. It was like Olive's self; sweet, womanly, hopeful, yet sad: DEAR MADELINE: I am only now beginning to realize the new life and hope you have put into my heart.
Condor as an accompanist was one thing; to be desired by her in a moment of cold calculation was quite another; and there had been more uncertainty than caution in Claire's plea for time in which to consider the offer. But as the days flew by it became more and more apparent to Claire that she was in no position to indulge in idle speculation.
The word seemed final, yet there was an unmistakable hesitation in Claire's voice. Mrs Willoughby's glance sharpened. "But you do something? Play? Recite? What is it? My dear, I should be so grateful!" "I whistle!" confessed Claire with a blush, and a little babble of delight greeted the words. Every one who heard hailed the chance of a variety in the monotonous programme.
The other two men knew everything. One of them was the inventor of wheels, and the other discovered skidding. So of course they couldn't help me." Milt added nothing to her frivolity, but his smile was friendly. He lifted the round rubber cap of the distributor. Then Claire's faith tumbled in the dust. Twice had the wires been tested. Milt tested them again.
In what must have been Mistress Claire's private apartment I stood with beating heart staring about at the ruin disclosed. The large closet had been swept clean, garments slashed with knives, and left in rags; drawers turned upside down in search after jewels; the very curtains torn from the windows. It was a scene of vandalism of which vagabonds alone would be guilty.
But at that Claire's anger vanished, and she shrank back with a cry of pain and shame. "And he took it from you? Money! Took it from a girl he professes to love who is working for herself! Oh, Cecil, how could he? How could you allow him? How can you go on caring for such a man?" "Don't get hysterical, Claire, please. There's nothing so extraordinary in a man being hard up.
Perhaps they did not know it yet themselves, and had not spoken, perhaps they had; at any rate, they were in love. It had grown between them in his very presence, and he, doubly blind fool, had not known. If he could have seen, it would have been clear to him, of course. He thought of Claire's husband, and grew virtuously angry at Claire.
And as I dare make no more suggestions to so wise a woman, I only put in a faint little plea. Do, pray, grant Doctor Vaughan's request, and may God aid you in all that you do. "Doctor Vaughan's request!" repeated the girl. "Would that I could grant him not only all his requests, but all his wishes!" Then she opened Claire's letter. MY GRAND MADELINE: How proud I am to claim you for my friend!
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