LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS "Are you in love with me now?" he asked wistfully Frontispiece. She wished that she might die, or, infinitely better, that she had never been born. She had on her work-apron, but she was not working. He praised, blamed, patronized, puffed his pipe, and dwelt with superiority on topics which are best left alone. She took some coins from her purse and dropped them into the tin cup. The young man knelt at the door by which he had entered and began to remove its ancient lock. Harry, the workman, ... rose to his feet, and turned to Barbara with a certain quiet eagerness. But Barbara and Wilmot Allen, well used to even larger and more stately rooms, chatted ... as two children. She faced him, still scornful, but white now, and biting her lips. In a few minutes Bubbles returned. "He's just sitting there with a hell of a face on him," he said, "and she's working like a dynamo". Dr. Ferris frowned. "I'm not trying to interfere," he said. "You're old enough to know what's best for you". "Some unknown person," said Barbara, "has formed the habit of sending me flowers". In the dim light she looked wonderfully young and beautiful. He turned with one foot on the sidewalk, and one in the cab.... "Here I wishes you salutations". Wilmot Allen took her in to dinner, and looked much love at her, and talked much nonsense. He saw her with the vase of jonquils in her hand ... and his stout heart failed him a little. When Bubbles had trotted off, she dropped into her chair and cried.
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