. The Saturday evening post. (Concluded from Page 99) bound hand and foot, and let life get awayfrom her! She would live! She had theright to—and she would! A faint tracing of fog like a film of tearsdrifted across the moon. She drew thecurtains, turned back into the room. Onlya short while and Jim would demand hisanswer. Very well, she would have it forhim! But whether he meant her to take theinitiative or whether he intended waitinguntil the full month had lapsed, Jim Nicholsmade no demands of any kind. Nina waitedfor some word, some hint of anxiety, ofeagerness, some reference to the night
. The Saturday evening post. (Concluded from Page 99) bound hand and foot, and let life get awayfrom her! She would live! She had theright to—and she would! A faint tracing of fog like a film of tearsdrifted across the moon. She drew thecurtains, turned back into the room. Onlya short while and Jim would demand hisanswer. Very well, she would have it forhim! But whether he meant her to take theinitiative or whether he intended waitinguntil the full month had lapsed, Jim Nicholsmade no demands of any kind. Nina waitedfor some word, some hint of anxiety, ofeagerness, some reference to the night whenhe had pulled down the barrier of came. It was as if after years ofdangling he had found solid ground andtaken a firm stand in his own defense. Thistime it was she who felt the chasm; shewho tried to keep it from widening; shewho reached over to bridge it. They were alone one night on the terracewatching an airplane from the field nearthere skim through the sky. From indoorscame Joans voice singing the Ven
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