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Updated: September 23, 2025
This done, Felix made a final inspection of the room, adding a touch here and there shifting a piece of pottery or redraping the frayed end of a square of tapestry and finding that everything kept its place in the general effect, without a single discordant note, drew Masie to a seat beside him on one of the old Venetian chests.
She caught, too, the shadow that sometimes settled on his face, one she had seen before and wondered over. But although her hand was still in his, she kept silent until he spoke. "Look, dear Masie," he said at last, drawing her to him, "see what happens to those who are forced into traps! It was the big knot that held it back! And yet it grew on!" Masie looked up into his thoughtful face.
Masie Kling's only child a slender, graceful little creature with a wealth of gold-yellow hair flying about her pretty shoulders and a pair of blue eyes in which were mirrored the skies of ten joyous springs, had given her heart to him at once.
"Say," suggested Masie, with a bright-idea look in her peach-blow face; "I guess Thursday night will about suit me. Suppose you come to the corner of Eighth Avenue and Forty-eighth Street at 7:30. I live right near the corner. But I've got to be back home by eleven. Ma never lets me stay out after eleven."
It is in my power to give you a life of luxury. My social position is beyond dispute, and my means are ample." "They all say that," remarked Masie. "It's the kid they all give you. I suppose you really work in a delicatessen or follow the races. I ain't as green as I look." "I can furnish you all the proofs you want," said Carter, gently. "And I want you, Masie.
The iron had cut deep, and so inseparable was the embrace that human skill could not pull them apart without destroying them both. As he reached the sidewalk and got a clearer view of the vine, tracing the weave of its interlaced branches and tendrils, Masie noticed that he stopped suddenly and for a moment looked away, lost in deep thought.
Tremblingly, awfully, her moth wings closed, and she seemed about to settle upon the flower of love. Some faint glimmer of life and its possibilities on the other side of her glove counter dawned upon her. Carter felt the change and crowded the opportunity. "Marry me, Masie," he whispered softly, "and we will go away from this ugly city to beautiful ones.
Ve got to sell sometings, and maybe now ve don't vant dem images. And so I buy dem two and some olt vestments dat my Masie make so good as new, vid patches. Now, vot can I do vid dis ?" Again the door was burst open, shutting off all possibility for conversation. Bobby's voice had now reached the volume of a fog-horn. "What do ye take us fur out here lobsters? Dad and I can't wait all day.
It was then he would turn to the thing that lay nearest to hand, his work work often so irksome to him that, but for his sense both of obligation and of justice to his employer and his love for Masie, he would have abandoned it altogether.
"Let me talk a little, will ye, Mr. O'Day? Ye needn't worry about Masie. I'll take care of her all that Kling will let me. I knew her mother, who died when the child was born, and a fine woman she was ten times as good as Kling whom her father made her marry. But there's somebody else who needs me, and who needs ye more than Masie needs us, and that's yer wife.
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