Hill, Grace Livingston, 1865-1947 / 2008-11-11 00:00:00
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When Dunham came back, the nervous start she gave showed him how tense and
anxious had been her mind. He studied her lovely face under the great hat,
and noted the dark shadows beneath her eyes. He felt that he must do
something to relieve her. It was unbearable to him that this young girl
should be adrift, friendless, and apparently a victim to some terrible
fear.
Drawing up a chair beside her, he began talking about her ticket.
"You must remember I was utterly at your mercy," she smiled sadly. "I
simply had to let you help me."
"I should be glad to pay double for the pleasure you have given me in
allowing me to help you," he said.
Just at that moment a boy in a blue uniform planted a sole-leather
suit-case at his feet, and exclaimed: "Here you are, Mr. Dunham. Had a
fierce time findin' you. Thought you said you would be by the elevator
door."
"So I did," confessed the young man. "I didn't think you had time to get
down yet. Well, you found me anyhow, Harkness."
The boy took the silver given him, touched his hat, and sauntered off.
"You see," explained Dunham, "it wasn't exactly the thing for you to be
travelling without a bit of baggage.
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