Her eyes seemed to be looking backwards. I have said good-bye to it all. “When you married me——” Her little hand flashed out across the table. There was nothing on her face to hint of the misery that brimmed her heart this morning. It is not possible for us to be on friendly terms with a young man who has been seen in a public place, having supper alone with your sister after midnight. Some one may observe us. A brief feeling of empathy with Pottiswick passed through him. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet.
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