Susan Lenox, Her Rise and Fall by David Graham Phillips
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"If Sam Wright comes hanging round you any more, you'll know how to treat him," Ruth went on. "You'll appreciate that he hasn't any respect for you--that he thinks you're someone to be trifled with. And if he talked engagement, it was only a pretense. Do you understand?" The girl leaning in the doorway gazed into vacancy. After a while she answered dully, "I guess so." Ruth began to fuss with the things on her bureau. Susan went into her room, sat on the edge of the bed. A few minutes, and Ruth, somewhat cooled down and not a little frightened, entered. She looked uneasily at the motionless figure. Finally she said, "Susie!" No answer. More sharply, "Susie!" "Yes," said Susan, without moving. "You understand that I told you for your own good? And you'll not say anything to mother or father? They feel terribly about it, and don't want it ever mentioned. You won't let on that you know?" "I'll not tell," said Susan. "You know we're fond of you--and want to do everything for you?" |
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