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Cullum, Ridgwell, [pseud.], 1867-1943

"The Forfeit"

But in the world. I don't know. Just now I
sort of feel it don't. Just now I'm wondering whether I'll go back
there to-morrow. What do you say?"
"I? How can I say?"
Jeff laughed.
"I don't guess there's a thing easier." His eyes were shining as he
took in the girl's dark beauty. "Seems to me I'm beginning to wonder
about the things that matter myself. It's been a bully week. The sort
of week some folks would write about in their secret diary. Guess I
don't keep a secret diary--except somewhere right in here." He tapped
his breast. "I don't seem to feel I've ever had such a time, or ever
will again, unless----"
"Unless?" Elvine was caught in the mood of the moment. This man was
exercising a fascination over her which had nothing to do with the
calculations she had laid down for the guidance of her sex.
"Why, unless I add another week to it."
"D'you think you could duplicate it then?"
"That just depends on--you."
Elvine rose from her chair and moved toward the window. Jeff, too,
left his chair.


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