between the windows.

He did not reply to that, but, while she watched him, he got up and walked slowly over to the map of the United States which hung between the windows.

"I don't suppose it will mean anything to you when I tell you I'm going," he said bitterly.

"I don't suppose it will mean anything to you when I tell you I'm going," he said bitterly.

"Going—where?"

"Going—where?"

"East."

"East."

"For long?"

"For long?"

"For good. I've leased the mine."

"For good. I've leased the mine."

She started up from her chair, breathless, and stood poised on the edge of the platform, the slender fingers of one hand grasping the projecting edge of the desk.

She started up from her chair, breathless, and stood poised on the edge of the platform, the slender fingers of one hand grasping the projecting edge of the desk.

"You're—going—East to—to stay?"

"You're—going—East to—to stay?"

He did not turn, and, if he noticed any change in her intonation, he gave no sign of it.

He did not turn, and, if he noticed any change in her intonation, he gave no sign of it.

"I've finished here. The mine is leased. I'm going back to New York."

"I've finished here. The mine is leased. I'm going back to New York."

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