Putting his hands in his pockets, he started toward
the corner lighted by the flickering gas-jet, then turned and walked
to the one on which there was no light. Had I known him, I could not
have recognized him in the darkness, but he was evidently well known
to Selwyn, for together they went down the street and out of sight.
I wonder who he was.
For the first time since I came to Scarborough Square, Mrs. Mundy has
not been to-day her chatty self. She does not seem to want to
talk--that is of the girl I want to talk about. When, in my
sitting-room this morning, I asked her the girl's name she said she
did not know it, did not know where she lived, or what had happened
to her, and at my look of incomprehension at her seeming disregard,
she had turned away and busied herself in dusting the books on the
well-filled table.
"She was pretty nervous." Mrs. Mundy's usually cheerful voice was
troubled. "To talk to her, ask her questions, would just have made
her more so. They won't tell you anything if they can help it--girls
like that--and I didn't try to make her tell.
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