Susan Lenox, Her Rise and Fall by David Graham Phillips
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"I've been following you ever since you left home." He might have added that he did not try to overtake her until they were where people would be least likely to see. "Whose graves are those?" he went on, cutting across a plot and stepping on several graves to join her. She was gazing at her mothers simple headstone. His glance followed hers, he read. "Oh--beg pardon," he said confusedly. "I didn't see." She turned her serious gaze from the headstone to his face, which her young imagination transfigured. "You know--about her?" she asked. "I--I--I've heard," he confessed. "But--Susie, it doesn't amount to anything. It happened a long time ago--and everybody's forgotten--and----" His stammering falsehoods died away before her steady look. "How did you find out?" "Someone just told me," replied she. "And they said you'd never respect or marry a girl who had no father. No--don't deny--please! I didn't believe it--not after what we had said to each other." Sam, red and shifting uneasily, could not even keep his downcast eyes upon the same spot of ground. |
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