The Foolish Virgin by Thomas Dixon
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deal I'm on now goes through, I'll make my pile in a
year----" They rose as the shadows lengthened. "I must go home and feed my pets," she sighed. "All right," he responded heartily. "I'll get the car and be there in a jiffy. We'll take a spin out to a road-house for dinner." She lifted her eyes tenderly. "You can come right up to my room--now that we're engaged." He swept her into his arms again, and held her in unresisting happiness. It was dark when he swung the gray car against the curb and sprang out. He didn't blow his horn for her to come down. The privilege she had granted was too sweet and wonderful. He wouldn't miss it for the world. The stairs were dark. Ella was late this afternoon getting back to her work. His light footstep scarcely made a sound. He found each step with quick, instinctive touch. The building seemed deserted. The tenants were all on trips to the country and the |
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