He got involved with this girl, a
little cashier at some restaurant downtown who thought he was going
to marry her. I knew nothing about this until a few weeks ago. When
I heard it, I went to see the girl."
The tension of past weeks, not yet entirely unrelaxed, snapped with
such swiftness that I seemed suffocating, and, lest he hear the sob
in my throat, I got up and went over to the window and opened it a
little. "Was she--" I made effort to speak steadily. "Was she the
girl who was brought in here? The girl you were with some three
weeks ago?"
Selwyn, who had gotten up as I came back to the sofa, again sat down.
"Yes. She was the girl." His voice was indifferently even. He had
obviously no suspicion of my unworthy wondering, had forgotten,
indeed, his indignation at the question I had asked him after seeing
him with her. Other things more compelling had evidently crowded it
from memory.
"I had never seen her until the night I saw her here. She, I learned
later, knew me, however, as Harrie's brother. I had been told that
Harrie was infatuated with her, and, knowing there could only be
disaster unless the thing was stopped, I went to see the girl.
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