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During the night there came a change; it rained first a drizzle, then a heavy downpour, and at five-thirty a roar of hail on the tent. This music did not last long. At seven o'clock the thermometer registered thirty-four degrees, but there was no frost. The morning was somewhat cloudy or foggy, with promise of clearing.
All the while she felt herself in touch with large affairs an article by the Governor of the State; these very sheets that she was typing to go to famous newspapers, to the "thundering presses" of which she had read in fiction; urgency, affairs, and doing something for Walter Babson. She was still typing swiftly at five-thirty, the closing hour.
But just the same he was troubled in mind as he walked over and sat down upon his steamer trunk in the shade of the building. The telegram read: "She left New York five-thirty this evening. Stops over night Albany. Fossingford to-morrow morning. Watch trains. Purple parasol. Sailor hat. Gray travelling suit. "G. and D." It meant that he would be obliged to stay in Fossingford all night but where?
"I've got to get out of this," he said aloud and then repeated, "I've got to get out" and he didn't mean only out of Macy's wholesale house. When he left at five-thirty it was pouring rain, but he struck off in the opposite direction from his boarding-house, feeling, in the first cool moisture that oozed soggily through his old suit, an odd exultation and freshness.
For all her employees she demanded a ten-hour day, she worked fourteen; rising at six and not getting to bed till eleven, when her charges were all safely in their rooms for the night. They were all up at five-thirty or thereabouts, breakfasting at six, and the girls off in time to reach their various places by seven.
Still he did leave early, and at five-thirty was ushered into a great roomful of chattering, gesticulating, laughing people. A song by Florence Reel had just been concluded. Like all girls of ambition, vivacity and imagination, she took an interest in Eugene, for in his smiling face she found a responsive gleam. "Oh, Mr. Witla!" she exclaimed. "Now here you are and you just missed my song.
"I tell you what: I'll meet you at the cross-roads below the hospital and bring you on. Will that do? What time? Five-thirty?" "Heavens! do you dine at five-thirty?" demanded Julie. "Well, not quite, but we've got to get down," said Peter, laughing. "All right," said Julie, "five-thirty, and the saints preserve us. Look here, I shall chance it and come in mufti if possible. No one knows me here."
But when Barbara again passed, the sleeping woman was sitting up, and looked but a poor ordinary thing her strange fragile beauty all withdrawn. It was a relief when Lady Valleys said: "My dear, my Naval Bazaar at five-thirty; and while I'm there you must go home and have a rest, and freshen yourself up for the evening. We dine at Plassey House."
Clarke, and he called at the hotel and asked for her about five-thirty on the following afternoon. She was out, and he left his card, feeling rather relieved. Next morning he had a note regretting she had missed him, and asking him, "when" he came again, to let her know beforehand at what time he meant to arrive so that she might be in.
John Blake, a young lady in blue with several handbags and some heavy luggage, who had arrived at some hotel early that afternoon. His interview with old Nicholson had been short and satisfactory, and at about five-thirty o'clock he was at the Ruissillard inquiring for Mrs. J. Blake's number and floor with a confidence he was soon to lose. There was no such person. No such name.
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