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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Rose in the Ring"

Of course, it won't do for me to be seen
around his shack much. I might accidentally give the place a bad name,
see? Well, I'll close, but will write again to-morrow. DICK. P. S.
They come in on the Pennsylvania."
David spent a miserable night. He was obsessed by the fear that
Braddock would seek out Grand that very night, and that it would all
be over in the morning. At breakfast he scanned the newspapers
closely, half expecting to find the dreaded head-lines. As the morning
wore away his spirits lifted. He had made up his mind to go to the
railway station. From an obscure corner he would see her without being
seen. It was his whim to see her first in this manner, to stare to his
soul's content, to compare her in the flesh to the glorious picture
his brain had painted. He made no doubt that she would far surpass the
portrait in his mind: did not Ruby say she was ravishingly beautiful?
His heart leaped fiercely to the project in hand; more than once he
found himself growing faint with the intensity of yearning and
impatience.
He took Joey and Ruby to luncheon at Delmonico's. All through the meal
he was busy picturing to himself the girl who was whirling northward,
nearer and nearer to him with each minute of time.


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