''
``He told Crossley! I wonder why.'' She was so
interested in this new phase that she did not see his
outstretched hand, or the look of bitter irony that came
into his eyes at this proof of the subordinate place love
and he had in her thoughts.
``I'm nervous and anxious,'' she said apologetically.
``Moldini told me he had some scheme about getting
the money. If he only could! But no such luck for
me,'' she added sadly.
Keith hesitated, debated with himself, said: ``You
needn't worry. Moldini got it--from Crossley.
Fifty dollars a week for a year.''
``You got Crossley to do it?''
``No. He had done it before I saw him. He had
just promised Moldini and was cursing himself as `weak
and soft.' But that means nothing. You may be sure
he did it because Moldini convinced him it was a good
speculation.''
She was radiant. She had not vanity enough where
he was concerned to believe that he deeply cared, that her
joy would give him pain because it meant forgetfulness
of him. Nor was she much impressed by the
expression of his eyes.
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