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Tyson left the box before the close of the last act She kept her place

for ten minutes after the fall of the curtain, while the crowd strea nothing, but

waiting--waiting Once she looked piteously at Stanistreet Her fingers

treloves He helped

her A weird little ghost of a smile fluttered to her lips and vanished

They hurried out at last along ees Tyson was nowhere to be

seen They drove quickly home

At the corner of Francis Street the hansom dreith a jerk and

waited A crowd blocked the way She leaned forith a little cry

What was it? An accident? No; a fight The great swinging laht on a ring of brutal

faces, ,

shouldering each other in their haste to break through to the center A

girl reeled froe of the paveainst the side of the hanso with drink was pressed to the glass, close

to her own As she shrank back in horror, turning her head away froht Stanistreet, the soft fringe of her hair

brushed against his cheek She had never been so near to him, never, in