The Hermit Of ——— Street: 1898Green, Anna Katharine
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The Hermit Of ——— Street: 1898
Green, Anna Katharine
Detective and mystery stories
do his for him? Can you trust me if I promise to take an immediate
impression of this key, and have one made for myself, which shall insure
my return here?”
“My dear,” she said, taking my head between her two trembling hands, “I
have never looked upon a sweeter face than my daughter’s till I looked
upon yours to-day. If you bid me hope, I will hope, and if you bid
me trust, I will trust. The remembrance of this kiss will not let you
forget.” And she embraced me in a warm and tender manner.
“I will write you,” I murmured. “Some day look for a billet under the
door. It will tell you what to do; now I must go back to my husband.”
And, with a sudden access of fear, caused by my dread of meeting his
eyes with this hidden knowledge between us, I hastened out and locked
the door behind me.
When I reached the office, I was in a fainting condition, but all my
hopes revived again when I saw the vest still hanging where I had left
it, and heard my husband’s voice singing cheerfully in the adjoining
room.
CHAPTER VI. WHILE OTHERS DANCED.
I CANNOT enter into the feelings of this dreadful time. I do not know
if I loved or hated the man I had undertaken to save. I only know I was
determined to bring light out of darkness in a way that would compromise
nobody, possibly not even myself. But to do this I must dazzle him
into giving me a great pleasure. A crowd in the ------ Street house was
necessary to the quiet escape of Mrs. Ransome and her daughter; so a
crowd we must have, and how have a crowd without giving a grand party?
I knew that this would be a shocking proposition to him, but I was
prepared to meet all objections; and when, with every nerve alert and
every charm exerted to its utmost, I sat down at his side that evening
to plead my cause, I knew by the sparkle of his eye and the softening of
the bitter lines that sometimes hardened his mouth, that the battle was
half won before I spoke, and that I should have my party whatever it
might cost him in mental stress and worry.
Perhaps he was glad to find me given over to folly at a time when he was
waiting for a miracle to release him from the net of crime in which he
had involved himself; perhaps he merely thought it would please me,
and aid him to thus strengthen our position in the social world before
taking our flight to a foreign land; but whatever lay at the bottom of
his amenity, he gave me _carte blanche_ that night for an entertainment
that should embrace all his friends and mine and some of Mrs. Vandyke’s.
So I saw that doubt removed.
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