A search, continued unintermittingly for a week among the hotels and lodging-houses of Boston, proved finally successful.

He found her.

As she opened the door of the miserable apartment which she occupied, and saw who it was that had knocked, the hard, unbeautiful red of shame covered her face.

She would have closed the door against him, had he not quickly stepped within.

Her eyelids fluttered a moment, and then she met his gaze with a look of reckless hardihood.