Having nothing else to do for an hour and a half, he thought of a note
he had received from the Duchess in that morning's mail asking him to
come down to see her when he was next in town. Thirty minutes later he
was in the familiar room behind the pawnshop. The Duchess asked him if
he had eaten, and on his reply that he had not and did not care to,
instead of proceeding to the business of her letter she mumbled
something and went into the pawnshop.
She left Larry for the very simple reason that now that she had him
here she was uncertain what she should say, and how far she should go.
Unknown to either, one thread of the drama of Larry and Maggie was
being spun in the brain and heart of the Duchess; and being spun with
pain to her, and in very great doubt. True, she had definitely
decided, for Larry's welfare, that the facts about Maggie's parentage
should never be known from her--and since the only other person who
could tell the truth was Jimmie Carlisle, and his interests were all
apparently in favor of silence, then it followed that the truth would
never be known from any one. But having so decided, and decided
definitely and finally, the Duchess had proceeded to wonder if she had
decided wisely.
Day and night this had been the main subject of her thought.
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