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As though to turn the subject, she indicated a buckboard which was coming down an intersecting by-road at crazy speed. "Why are they driving so fast?" The Goodyear driver turned with the familiarity of a country henchman. "That's the doctor's rig from Las Olivas," he said, "and he's sure going some!" Followed a monologue on the doctor and his habits.
That afternoon up on the Las Olivas trail when we came together. When I kissed you." Had she ever let him kiss her? He made an incurved gesture of his free hand, as though joining two wires. "It didn't connect. That's all. I was acting on a hunch when I told you to keep it dark. Told anyone?" Not until afterward did she think to be offended by this question.
"That's Uncle Edward it's dinner-time do you want him to find you you'd better go!" He stood as though considering. "All right. When are you going back?" "We catch the seven train to-morrow afternoon at Santa Eliza." "Darn! I'd engaged to take on the five-ten at Las Olivas. I've half a notion to change and join you and see what the old man says " "No, Bertram, it's better not. We'll find a way.
At eleven o'clock, and after one voice had declared that the Journal had the whole account and would make it pretty peppery if the Tiffanys did not confirm it, Eleanor took the telephone off the hook and went to bed. The morning papers did pretty well with what they had. "Mysterious Woman Nurses Prominent Varsity Athlete" "Who Is The Pretty Girl that Nursed Society Man in Las Olivas Horror?"
"Modest Heroine of Las Olivas Holocaust." But the secret, thanks to Mark Heath, was safe. She slept that night. Far along in the morning she awoke to the delicious sense of physical renewal. The situation crept into her mind stage by stage, as such things do arrive in the awakening consciousness. She was calm now, what with her rest of body, her decision of soul.
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