The exclamation we raised, awoke him; it arrested the attention of the
cab driver just turning from the curb, he raised his lamp and sent the
rays of it streaming over us. The man I could see, was shabby, ill and
embarrassed, he ducked his head from the light, but his hat had fallen
off on the step and as he threw up his arm to protect himself from
recognition I knew him by the gesture.
"Griff," I cried. "Griffin! You!" I caught him by the arm. He let it
fall at his side and stood looking at us pitifully, like a trapped
animal.
"I wasn't doing any harm," he mumbled. The cab driver seeing that we
knew him, let down his lights and clattered away. I thought quickly; he
must have been in want, he had looked for me and at the last was ashamed
to claim me.
"But, Griffin," I insisted, "you don't know how glad I am to see
you--you must come in." He wasn't looking at me; he hadn't heard me.
"Look out," he said, "she's going to faint!" He brushed past me to
Sarah. She leaned limp against the railing; he steadied her as a man
might a sacred vessel in jeopardy. But Sarah didn't faint so easily as
that, she gathered herself away from his hand.
"Come upstairs," she commanded. It was only one flight up. I don't know
how we managed to get a light and to find ourselves in its pale flare,
confronting one another. I could see then that my first surmise had been
correct about Griffin, to the extent that he looked ill and in want. He
was holding his hat, which he had picked up from the stairs, and fumbled
it steadily in his hands. His hair, which wanted trimming more even than
when I had last seen him, had still its romantic curl; he looked
steadily out from under it at Sarah. I had an idea, though I think it
must have been derived from my own dizziness at what rushed in upon me,
that Sarah was floating in air, that she hung there swaying with the
breeze from the open window, as a spirit. She was spirit white and her
voice seemed to come from far.
"Leon! Leon!" How he knew what she demanded of him only the God who
makes men and women to love one another, knows.
"She died," he said to the unspoken question. "She died two years ago.
I've been all this time finding you." Suddenly a quick flame burst over
Sarah.
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