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It was a contrite little note from Sue, in which she said, with sweet humility, that she felt she had been horrid in telling him he was not to come to see her, that she despised herself for having been so conventional; and that he was to be sure to come by the eleven-forty-five train that very Sunday, and have dinner with them at half-past one.
"Hark! was that somebody at the door?" asked Bobby, and she ran over to it lightly and jerked it open. The corridor was empty. "We're all nervous," remarked Betty lightly. "I'll set the alarm for eleven-forty-five and put the clock under my pillow so Miss Lacey won't hear it. I'll lie down all dressed, and then I won't have to use a light. She might see that through the transom."
He hurried home and up to his place, at eleven-forty-five, and gave a hasty look about to see if things were fairly proper for august people. Not that the bishop would notice.
"Eleven-forty-five," answered the boy. "Goes in fifteen minutes." "All right. Have my suit-case down at the office." He returned to his work. Ignoring the few piled-up papers in the drawer, he took up the three cigars beside the box, the ones which had come from Hardy's pocket, and scrutinized them with the most minute attention.
Besides" she glanced at the wrist watch beneath the frill of her coat sleeve "the first edition goes to press at eleven-forty-five, and I would like to have time to do your story justice." Mr. Sprudell reluctantly folded his oratorical pinions and dived to earth.
By eleven-thirty the corridors of the silent office building were thronged with the eager fifty; at eleven-forty-five the notary arrived and at exactly one minute past midnight Bob commenced to sign his clients up. The notarial blanks had already been filled out and, together with the notary's seal, had been attached to each contract.
"I'll be in Pittsburgh to-morrow till seven, honey. Sleep over it, and if you change your mind, catch the eleven-forty-five St. Louis flyer out of here to-morrow morning, and that train'll pick me up at Pittsburgh eleven forty-five." "Oh, I " "You be the one to bring this box home, with your own little hands, to poor grandma, honey, and and if you don't change your mind, why why, you can send it.
It was a first Saturday in October, New York's homing month for its indigenous social birds and butterflies, when The House triply blinked itself into darkness at the untimely hour of eleven-forty-five. There was the usual heterogeneous crowd there, alike in one particular alone, that every guest represented, if not necessarily distinction, at least achievement in his own line.
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