" "And what—what was your answer?" demanded the widow, eagerly. It’s one of our conventional superstitions. I was afraid you wouldn't talk to me--you seem kind of shy--but I figured maybe I could still talk you into joining our study group, it goes all year. “Besides, it is not so. “Stop,” he said. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill. Your face has flitted out of my watch-fire, and then I have been a haunted man. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. Then he hovered undecidedly for some seconds with his hands in his pockets and his mouth puckered to a whistle before he turned to go home by the Avenue.
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