People Like That by Kate Langley Bosher
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we are. You're perfectly certain those who live in Scarborough
Squares don't make a success of life. Do you think we do?" Again Selwyn stopped, stared at me, but before he could answer a queer, curdling, smothered sound reached us faintly from the street below. A cry low, yet clear and anguished, followed. Then a fall and hurrying footsteps, and then silence. Selwyn sprang to the window and opened it. "My God!" he said. His face was white. "What was that?" CHAPTER V I was out of the door before Selwyn had left the window. Quickly he followed me, however, and on the front porch, where Mrs. Mundy was already standing, we stood for a half-moment, looking up and down the street. The small arc of light made by the corner gaslamp lessened but little the darkness of the seemingly deserted street, and for a while we could distinguish nothing save the shadows cast by the gaunt trees of the Square. Then I saw Selwyn start. "Go inside." He was his steady self again. "It is too cold out here. I think some one has been hurt. Go in." I ran in Mrs. Mundy's room and to her wardrobe. Getting a coat and |
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