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Felix O’Day

CHAPTER XIV
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So urgent were the summons that he was forced to leave at once--so he explained to the manager of the hotel--and as madame wished to avoid the night journey by way of Ostend--the channel being almost always rough, even in summer, and she easily disturbed--he had decided to take the shorter and more comfortable route, and would the urbane and obliging gentleman please secure two tickets to London by way of Calais and Dover?
This would give them a day in Paris at the house of a friend, and the next morning would see them safely landed in London, in ample time for the business in question.
The pins can be dispensed with now; so can the pencil and so can any special entries.

Henceforth life for these two exiles was to be one long toboggan slide, with every post they passed marking a lower level.

The sled with its occupants made no stop at Paris nor did it go by way of Calais nor did it reach Dover.

It swooped on down to Havre, the steamer sailing an hour after the train arrived, crossed the ocean at full speed, and dumped its two passengers one hot August night in front of a cheap and inconspicuous hotel on the East Side, New York, where Mr.and Mrs.Stanton, from Toronto, Canada, would he at home, should anybody call--which, it is quite safe to say, nobody ever did.
No, nothing of all this did the heart-broken woman tell the tender old nurse, who had carried her in her arms many a night, and who was now willing to sacrifice everything she possessed to give her mistress one hour of peace.
Nor did she tell of the shock which she, a woman of quality, had received when she entered the two cheaply furnished rooms, her only shelter for months, and which, to a woman accustomed from babyhood to a luxurious home and the care of attentive and loyal servants, had affected her more keenly than anything that had yet happened.
Neither did she confide into the willing ears of the sympathetic woman the details of her gradual awakening from Dalton's spell as his irritability, cowardice, and selfishness became more and more apparent.
Nor yet of her growing anxiety as their resources declined; an anxiety which had so weighed upon her mind that she could neither sleep nor rest, despite his continued promises of daily remittances that never came and his rose-colored schemes for raising money which never materialized.
Neither did she uncover the secret places of her own heart, and tell the old nurse of the fight she had made in those earlier days when she had faced the situation without flinching; nor of her stubborn determination to still fight on to the end.

She had even at one time sought to defend him against herself.


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