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end she held up her hand, and he waited.
"Time will tell, David," she said. "When it becomes too heavy to bear
I will cast off my yoke. That is all I will say." She hesitated for a
moment, and then went on, holding out her hand: "Good-by, David. You
are going to-night?" "I suppose so," he said dejectedly. "But, listen;
I am coming back very shortly for a few days. I insist on that. If all
is not going well with you and Christine, I shall know it. I mean to
watch over her in spite of everything."
"We will see you again before you leave," said the mother. "I am sure
we understand each other. Come back, David, if you will, but only for
a day. Let us walk home. You may walk with Christine. Say your good-
bys now. Joey! Are you coming?"
When the train for the East pulled out at eleven o'clock that night
David was aboard. He positively had refused to take back any of the
money he had lent to Mrs. Braddock, preferring to borrow from Joey and
Casey. Christine kissed him good-by at the station.
"I know that my father struck you, David," she whispered, as she put
her hand to his cheek. "That won't prevent your coming back, will it?
You will come, won't you?"
"As surely as I am alive," he said fervently.
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