Please sit down, Miss —dear me, I haven’t asked you your name yet. I put your clothes out an hour ago. I have told you. Ray Plote would not leave a written explanation. Dear me! if there isn't his knock. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. She stole her glances sideways like the rest of the women. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. You have to marry me. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. She swallowed hard. "But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. “You needn’t be worried,” she said quietly.
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