Susan Lenox, Her Rise and Fall by David Graham Phillips
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"Yes. I am going." "You'll think it over, and see I'm right, dear." "I'm going tonight." "Tonight!" he cried. "Sh-h!" Sam looked apprehensively around. Both breathed softly and listened with straining ears. His exclamation had not been loud, but the silence was profound. "I guess nobody heard," he finally whispered. "You mustn't go, Susie." He caught her hand and held it. "I love you, and I forbid it." "I _must_ go, dear," answered she. "I've decided to take the midnight boat for Cincinnati." In the half darkness he gazed in stupefaction at her--this girl of only seventeen calmly resolving upon and planning an adventure so daring, so impossible. As he had been born and bred in that western country where the very children have more independence than the carefully tamed grown people of the East, he ought to have been prepared for almost anything. But his father had undermined his courage and independence; also his year in the East had given him somewhat different ideas of women. Susan's announcement seemed incredible. He was gathering himself for pouring out a fresh protest when it flashed through |
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