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Farnol, Jeffery, 1878-1952

"The Definite Object A Romance of New York"

An' now it's
go I'll ask ye, sorr, for God's callin' me to wipe away me tears an'
sorrers and bind up me broken heart--so lave me to God and--my little
Maggie--"
Very softly Ravenslee followed Mrs. Trapes out of the room, but they had
not reached the front door when they heard a glad cry and thereafter a
woman's sudden desolate sobbing.
"Go on, Mr. Geoffrey," whispered Mrs. Trapes. "But I guess I'd better
stay here a bit."
"You mean--?"
"As poor Martin's sure found his little girl again!"


CHAPTER XXV
HOW SPIKE MADE A CHOICE AND A PROMISE

Monday morning found Ravenslee knocking at the opposite door, which
opening, disclosed Spike, but a very chastened and humble Spike, who
blushed and drooped his head and shuffled with his feet and finally
stammered:
"Hello, Geoff--I--I'm all alone, but you--you can come in if--if you
care to?"
"I dropped in on my way down just to have a word with you, Spike."
With dragging feet Spike led the way into the sitting room, where lay
his breakfast, scarcely tasted.


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