Gordon Craig - Soldier of Fortune by Randall Parrish
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That is n't specially new for me, but it is to you, and the exposure and
strain shows. You are not fit to go out hunting employment." "Poverty has no choice," bitterly. "The fact that I am tired does not matter." "Oh, but it does. Now I am not quite so badly off as you suppose. All I ask is a chance to think, to arrange some plan. Won't you sit quietly there until I puzzle it out?" She sank down wearily upon one end of the settee, and I took the other, leaning forward, my face in my hands. CHAPTER IX WE COMPLETE ARRANGEMENTS For a few moments as I sat thus in silence the obvious way out never once occurred to me. Somehow the memory of my own position had become blotted out in contemplation of the serious predicament of my companion. How could I assist her in spite of her pride, and her determination to continue the struggle alone. I could not take her to my boarding house, which was exclusively for men, nor did I have any acquaintance able to furnish her employment. I shoved my hands deep into my pockets, and my fingers touched the two bills handed me by Vail. For an instant I failed to realize their significance, and then the recollection of my own engagement came swiftly back. At first the |
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