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The Fortune Hunter by David Graham Phillips
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passionately, gazed long at it, seeing in those bold handsome
features all that her heart's love believed of him.

Suddenly she started up, went rapidly down the side hall and out
into the street. Battling with her doubts, denouncing herself as
disloyal to him, she hurried up the Avenue and across the Square
and on until she came to his lodgings. When she asked for him
the maid opened the parlor door and called through the crack:
``Mr. Feuerstein, a lady wants to see you.''

As the maid disappeared down the basement stairs, Mr. Feuerstein
appeared. At sight of her he started back. ``Hilda!'' he
exclaimed theatrically, and frowned.

``Don't be angry with me,'' she said humbly. ``I wouldn't have
come, only--''

``You must go at once!'' His tone was abrupt, irritated.

``Yes--I will. I just wanted to warn you--'' She raised her
eyes appealingly toward his face. ``Two people came to see me
to-night--Mr. Ganser and his daughter--''

Feuerstein fell back a step and she saw that he was shaking and
that his face had become greenish white. ``It's false!'' he
blustered. ``False as hell!--''

And she knew that it was true.

She continued to look at him and he did not try to meet her eyes.
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