Gordon Craig - Soldier of Fortune by Randall Parrish
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For a long minute I did not answer, unable to determine what to do, how
to act. We had both finished our meal, and there was no excuse for lingering longer at the table. "You will go with me, then?" "Yes." I pushed back my chair, and she arose also, following me without question as I passed across to the door. The cashier nodded to my good night, and I opened the door for her passage to the street. The mist of the cloudy night had been blown away by an increasing breeze. The air was warm, and the sky brightening in the east. I glanced aside into her face, and led the way into a near-by park, the two of us trudging along a well-kept gravel path, until I discovered a bench hidden from observation amid surrounding shrubbery. "I 've simply got to think this whole matter out," I explained simply. "It's happened so unexpectedly. I 'm stumped as to what had better be done." She remained standing, resting one hand on the back of the settee, a slender figure, neatly enough dressed, yet exhibiting evidence of her long night's wandering. "You mean I am a problem? You--you do not know what to do with me?" I glanced at her, surprised by the change in her voice. "Naturally; a young woman is usually a problem, isn't she? This |
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