Lifted Masks; stories by Susan Glaspell
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Her heart was brimming with joy. "I can get a cheaper boarding place," she told herself, as she joined the home-going crowds, "and until something else turns up I'll just look around and see if I can't get a place in a store." * * * * * One by one they had gathered around while the woman was telling the story. "And so, if you don't mind," she said, in conclusion, "I'd like to have you put in a little piece that I got to Denver safe, so's they can see it. They was all so worked up about when I'd get here. Would that cost much?" she asked timidly. "Not a cent," said the city editor, his voice gruff with the attempt to keep it steady. "You might say, if it wouldn't take too much room, that I was much pleased with the prospect of getting home before sundown to-night." "You needn't worry but what we'll say it all," he assured her. "We'll say a great deal more than you have any idea of." "I'm very thankful to you," she said, as she rose to go. They sat there for a moment in silence. "When one considers," someone began, "that they were people who were pushed too close even to subscribe to a daily paper--" "When one considers," said the city editor, "that the girl who |
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