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room, and snatching q long cape
from the closet, ran down the hall
to . back stairway. She had to see,
even if she could not hear, what
took place on that balcony. Would
Arthur make scene and humiliate
hem all? He was desperate enough
to do anything.
Grateful for the moonless black
ness outside, she lodged through
the shrubbery. The veranda " 8
bright as day; but the three she
sought were not among the prom
enaders. So great was her relief
that her knees gave and she sank
down on the turf in the shadow OF
! spreading oleander. Suddenly she
heard Pats light voice. Now she
made out her white dress and the
blur Of mans shirt front.
They stopped not more than q
yard from where Pamela huddled
among the branches of the oleander.
She tried to rise, to come out into
the open. But . hideous paralysis
held her.
"What did you want to see me
about, Pat?" came Warren's voice.
"You know we ought not to have
come out here. No doubt dozens Of
people saw us"
II don't care who saw us. Oh,
Jimmie, I'm so miserable Jimmie.
aren't you going to kiss mel" Her
voice broke in sob.
There was silence. p m e a
thought she was going to faint,
She opened her mouth to make
some sound that would stop them,
but her throat was dry, and all at
once she knew that even if she
could speak, she wouldn't. That she
had to hear what Jimmie had to
say. What Pat said was Of no i'm
portance. She was q little fool. A
child. But all Pamela's future hung
in the balance Of Jimmie's next few
words. Civilized ethics were nothing
to her. She was primitive woman,
loving, hoping, fearing. claiming
her man at any cost.
After q space, Warren said
hoarsely: "Not tonight, darling. l.
Oh, Pat, don't make it SO hard for
me to be decent. Don't, Pat. Your
father trusted me-"
"You have strange ideas Of trust
and decency," she said furiously.
IF you are so darned particular
now, what about later? You think
it'll be any more decent to betray
his trust later?"
mo"
Then-then-oh, Jimmie, don't
you love me any more?"
For Gods sake, Pat, don't you
know that every fibre of my body is
aching for you? Don't you see that
! can't keep away from you even
though ! can see you only in pub
lie? Don't you know what a strain
I've been under ever since that
night, recollecting the sweetness Of
your lips, yet not daring to touch
your"
A faint moan escaped Pamela.
but they were too absorbed to hear
Then what are you going to do.
Tumie?"
Heaven knows"
Haven't you thoueht?"
"No."
But you must. Daddy win Be
here and he'll take me away to
Paris. and don't want to 70. Jim
ME. want to stay in New York
where I can see you. Don't You
want me to stay?"
"Yes!" The word had IN explo.
sive quality.
"Oh God. he loves her. Hes lirht-
Ing it, but he loves her." breathsd
Pamela.
Jimmie. are you going on yow
cruise?"
pam mentioned It this morning.
She said your father would be here,
and there was no use in our stick
ing around any longer" His voiea
was dry.
Patricia began crying. ~Oh, Jim.
mie, couldn't stand it not 70 ~
you for three months. might y
well 60 to Paris and -txy 70 tor
get you"
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