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I rounded up all of our banks in the city, and made a second journey to get the money, and kept going until I secured the necessary amount. With this I was off on the three-o'clock train, and closed the transaction.
Lists and letters and items, over and over; sitting at her typewriter till her shoulder-blades ached and she had to shut her eyes to the blur of the keys. The racket of office noises all day. The three-o'clock hour when she felt that she simply could not endure the mill till five o'clock. No interest in anything she wrote.
Catch the three-o'clock coach near the Bo Peep, and answer no questions. 'I know a better way'n that, said the boy, after a thoughtful pause. 'Mother wants some things from Yarraman. I'll get her to let me go fer 'em this afternoon. 'Yes, yes; that is clever. But you won't tell. 'Not a blessed soul. 'And when you get back it will be late bring the things to me as secretly as you can.
Maxwell's old black eyes travelled slowly and unflinchingly around the company, resting on each in turn as if she had with each a bout of single combat. The other women's eyes were full of scared questionings as they met hers. "They got off in the three-o'clock train," remarked the minister's wife, trying to speak easily. "That was the one they'd talked of," said Mrs. Maxwell calmly.
"I'm idling and I have no business to. Hold it until I give the three o'clocks." Which means the three-o'clock medicines. When she came back the Avenue Girl had a new look in her eyes; and that day the little gleam of hope, that usually died, lasted and grew. At last came the day when the alibi was to be brought forward. The girl had written home and the home folks were coming.
She felt strangely lost and forlorn, releasing her hold on Wolf, and yet not able to claim Christopher's support. It was contemptible it was weak in her, she felt, but she could not quite choke down her hunger for one reassuring word from Chris. "I feel so lonely, Chris," she said. He gave a quick, uneasy glance about the breakfast-room, where they were having a hasty three-o'clock luncheon.
John Kenyon was to join in a commercial undertaking in a city of hard-headed people. At last, however, the letter was posted, and Kenyon hurried away to be in time for his three-o'clock appointment. He found Wentworth and young Mr. Longworth together, the latter looking more like a young man from the West End than a typical City business man.
So ought the three-o'clock beer, in dirty high-lows, swinging himself over the railing, or executing a demoniacal jig upon the doorstep; so ought the butcher, although butchers as a general thing are scornful of such trifles; so ought the postman, to whom knockers of the most extravagant description were merely human weaknesses, that were to be pitied and used.
Hesitating which way to turn, I looked up to see who it was that was coming into the Parish House garden. And I fell to trembling, and rubbed my eyes, and stared again, unbelievingly. There had been plenty of time for him to have visited the bank and withdrawn his account; there had been plenty of time for him then to have caught the three-o'clock express.
She took the three-o'clock train back to the city. At nine she sat at the round table for dinner in the Cafe Andre. Nearly the same crowd was there. "Where have you been to-day?" asked Mrs. Pothunter. "I 'phoned to you at twelve." "I have been away in Bohemia," answered Mary, with a mystic smile. There! Mary has given it away. She has spoiled my climax.
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