The game . e from the embrace withwhich she tried to clasp him. Tears swaminto her eyes, and her lips trembled, turn-ing defeat into victory, routing the all-potent Game with the strength of herweakness. Dont, Genevieve, dont, the boypleaded, all contrition, though he wasconfused and dazed. To his masculine 32 THE GAME mind there was nothing relevant about herbreak-down; yet all else was forgotten atsight of her tears. She smiled forgiveness through her weteyes, and though he knew of nothing forwhich to be forgiven, he melted hand went out impulsively to hers,but she avoided the cl
The game . e from the embrace withwhich she tried to clasp him. Tears swaminto her eyes, and her lips trembled, turn-ing defeat into victory, routing the all-potent Game with the strength of herweakness. Dont, Genevieve, dont, the boypleaded, all contrition, though he wasconfused and dazed. To his masculine 32 THE GAME mind there was nothing relevant about herbreak-down; yet all else was forgotten atsight of her tears. She smiled forgiveness through her weteyes, and though he knew of nothing forwhich to be forgiven, he melted hand went out impulsively to hers,but she avoided the clasp by a sort ofbodily stiffening and chill, the while theeyes smiled still more gloriously. Here comes Mr. Clausen, she said,at the same time, by some transformingalchemy of woman, presenting to the new-comer eyes that showed no hint of moist-ness. Think I was never coming back, Joe ? queried the head of the department, apink-and-white-faced man, whose austereside-whiskers were belied by genial Now let me see — hum, yes, we wasdiscussing ingrains, he continued briskly. That tasty little pattern there catches youreye, dont it now, eh ? Yes, yes, I knowall about it. I set up housekeeping whenI was getting fourteen a week. But noth-ings too good for the little nest, eh ? Ofcourse I know, and its only seven centsmore, and the dearest is the cheapest, Isay. Tell you what Ill do, Joe, — thiswith a burst of philanthropic impulsiveness 34 THE GAME and a confidential lowering of voice,—seeins its you, and I wouldnt do it foranybody else, Ill reduce itfive cents. Only, — herehis voice became impress-ively solemn, — only youmustnt ever tell how muchyou really did pay. Sewed, lined, and laid —of course thats included,he said, after Joe and Gene-vieve had conferred to-gether and announced theirdecision. And the little nest,eh ? he queried. Whendo you spread your wings and fly away ?To-morrow! So soon ? Beautiful! Beau-tiful ! He rolled his eyes ecstatically for a
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