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The Mystery of Mary by Grace Livingston Hill
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way what time they would arrive in the city. The porter was solicitous
about her comfort, the newsboy brought the latest magazines and a box of
chocolates and laid them at her shrine with a smile of admiration and the
words, "Th' g'n'lmun sent 'em!" The suit-case lay on the seat opposite,
the reflection of her face in the window-glass, as she gazed into the inky
darkness outside, was crowned by the hat he had provided, and when she
moved the silken rustle of the rain-coat reminded her of his kindness and
forethought. She put her head back and closed her eyes, and for just an
instant let her weary, overwrought mind think what it would mean if the
man from whom she was fleeing had been such as this one seemed to be.

By and by, she opened the suit-case, half doubtfully, feeling that she was
almost intruding upon another's possessions.

There were a dress-suit and a change of fine linen, handkerchiefs,
neckties, a pair of gloves, a soft, black felt negligée hat folded, a
large black silk muffler, a bath-robe, and the usual silver-mounted
brushes, combs, and other toilet articles. She looked them over in a
business-like way, trying to see how she could make use of them. Removing
her hat, she covered it with the silk muffler, to protect it from dust.
Then she took off her dress and wrapped herself in the soft bath-robe,
wondering as she did so at her willingness to put on a stranger's
garments. Somehow, in her brief acquaintance with this man, he had
impressed her with his own pleasant fastidiousness, so that there was a
kind of pleasure in using his things, as if they had been those of a
valued friend.

She touched the electric button that controlled the lights in the little
apartment, and lay down in the darkness to think out her problem of the
new life that lay before her.
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