The Vertical City by Fannie Hurst
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page 92 of 293 (31%)
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"You're a dear, sweet boy just the same; but you remember what I told
you about my crêpe-de-Chine soul." "Just the same, I love you best in those crispy white shirt waists you used to wear and the little blue suits and sailor hats. You remember that day at Finleys' picnic, Hester, that day, dear, that you--you--" "You dear boy!" "But it--your mistake--it--it's all over. You work now, don't you, Hester?" Somehow, looking into the blueness of his eyes and their entreaty for her affirmative, she did what you or I might have done. She half lied, regretting it while the words still smoked on her lips. "Why, yes, Gerald; I've held a fine position in Lichtig Brothers, New York importers. Those places sometimes pay as high as seventy-five a week. But I don't make any bones, Gerald; I've not been an angel." "The--the salesman, Hester?"--his lips quivering with a nausea for the question. "I haven't seen him in four years," she answered, truthfully. He laid his cheek on her hand. "I knew you'd come through. It was your environment. I'll marry you to-morrow--to-day, Hester. I love you." |
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