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The Red Cross Girl by Richard Harding Davis
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unapproachable. Even her simple nurse's gown was worn with a
difference. She might have been a princess in fancy dress.
And yet, how humble she had been when he begged her to let
him for one day personally conduct her over the great city!
"You are so kind to take pity on me," she had said. He
thought of many clever, pretty speeches he might have made.
He was so annoyed he had not thought of them at the time that
he kicked violently at the seat in front of him.

He wondered what her history might be; he was sure it was
full of beautiful courage and self-sacrifice. It certainly
was outrageous that one so glorious must work for her living,
and for such a paltry living--forty dollars a month! It was
worth that merely to have her sit in the flat where one could
look at her; for already he had decided that, when they were
married, they would live in a flat--probably in one
overlooking Central Park, on Central Park West. He knew of
several attractive suites there at thirty-five dollars a
week--or, if she preferred the suburbs, he would forsake his
beloved New York and return to the country. In his gratitude
to her for being what she was, he conceded even that
sacrifice.

When he reached New York, from the speculators he bought
front-row seats at five dollars for the two most popular
plays in town. He put them away carefully in his waistcoat
pocket. Possession of them made him feel that already he had
obtained an option on six hours of complete happiness.

After she left Sam, Sister Anne passed hurriedly through the
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