Gordon Craig - Soldier of Fortune by Randall Parrish
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"Nearly two hours."
"And you have sat there quietly all that time?" "That is nothing. I was tired, but not sleepy. Besides, I had so much to think about." "You mean regarding what you shall do with me," and she arose to her feet. "It is time now I did something for myself." "Wait, please," and I extended my hand, almost forcing her back upon the settee. "Let me say a word first before you decide to go. All I told you last night about myself is true, with one exception. I have money, and profitable work in view--see!" and I held before her the two bills. She gazed at them with wide-open eyes, half convinced of some legerdemain. "A thousand dollars," she exclaimed bewildered. "_You_! why, what does it all mean?" "Yes, and nine thousand more promised, when I complete work that ought not to require to exceed two months. I was not without money in the restaurant, only I could not ask the cashier to change so large a bill. Sit down again, please, and let me tell you the story." She did so, almost reluctantly, as though doubting my sanity, but I could note a change in the expression of her face as I proceeded. I told it slowly, carefully, pausing to explain each detail to her |
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