Midnight by Octavus Roy Cohen
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Evelyn Rogers rose and stood before him. Her pretty little face
was eager. "I've really helped you, Mr. Carroll?" "Enormously." "Well, I wonder--you know I'm just _fiendishly_ anxious to be helpful in the world--I wonder if you'd let me help you some more?" "I'd be delighted." "Would you _really_?" "Really!" "And I can come to you any time to talk things over?" "Whenever you get ready." She clapped her hands. "That's simply _exquisite_! You know, Mr. Carroll, I'm just simply crazy about you! I always have been, but I'm more so now than ever--just _hopelessly_!" "Thank you." She made her way to the door. There she turned, and there was a peculiar light in her eyes. |
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