You work now, don't you,
Hester?"
Somehow, looking into the blueness of his eyes and their entreaty for
her affirmative, she did what you or I might have done. She half lied,
regretting it while the words still smoked on her lips.
"Why, yes, Gerald; I've held a fine position in Lichtig Brothers, New
York importers. Those places sometimes pay as high as seventy-five a
week. But I don't make any bones, Gerald; I've not been an angel."
"The--the salesman, Hester?"--his lips quivering with a nausea for the
question.
"I haven't seen him in four years," she answered, truthfully.
He laid his cheek on her hand.
"I knew you'd come through. It was your environment. I'll marry you
to-morrow--to-day, Hester. I love you."
"You darling boy!" she said, her lips back tight against her teeth. "You
darling, darling boy!"
"Please, Hester! We'll forget what has been."
"Let me go," she said, rising and pinning on her hat; "let me go--or--or
I'll cry, and--and I don't want to cry.
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