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One wonderful afternoon in October, when the distances were ,

and the skies very clear, Samson sat across the table from Adrienne

Lescott at a road-house on the Sound The sun had set through great

cloud battalions

into darkness through a haze like ash of roses She had picked him up

on the Avenue, and taken hiuiled the them on a little further, and still

a little further When they were a score of miles from Manhattan, the

car had suddenly broken down It would, the chauffeur told theirl, explaining to the boy

that this event gave the affair the aspect of adventure, turned and led

the way, on foot, to the nearest road-house

"We will telephone that we shall be late, and then have dinner," she

laughed "And for me to have dinner with you alone, unchaperoned at a

country inn, is by New York standards delightfully unconventional It

borders on wickedness" Then, since their attitude toward each other

was so friendly and innocent, they both laughed They had dined under

the trees of an old o, and now converted

into an inn, and they had enjoyed thely paradoxical that they should find in a place seeenteel a cuisine and service of such excellence Neither

of them had ever been there before, and neither of them knew that the

reputation of this establishment was in its oide--and unsavory