hers there must have been some spring of good material that
wasn't all unwound yet.

She stood blinking at me without a word.

"That lace. You haven't paid for it," I said.

Her short-sighted eyes fell from my face to the collar she held
in her hand. Her yellow face grew ghastly.

"Oh, mercy! You--you don't--"

"I am a detective for the store, and--"

"But--"

"Sh! We don't like any noise made about these things, and you
yourself wouldn't enjoy--"

"Do you know who I am, young woman?" She fumbled in her satchel
and passed a card to me.

Glory be! Guess, Mag. Oh, you'd never guess, you dear old Mag!
Besides, you haven't got the acquaintance in high society that
Nance Olden can boast.

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Mrs. MILLS D. VAN WAGENEN
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