The whole thing is terrible, it upsets
me."
"I thought you would feel it. I am a good bit upset myself and so is
Lucy Marsh."
"Does Miss Marsh know, too? In that case, Miss Day, it will, I fear,
be my duty to consult Miss Heath. Oh, I must think; I can do nothing
hastily. Please, Miss Day, keep your own counsel for the present, and
ask Miss Marsh to do the same."
Annie Day ran off, and Maggie stood by the open window looking out at
the starry night. Her head ached; her pulses beat; she felt sick and
tired. The noise and laughter which filled the gaily thronged rooms
were all discordant to her-- she wished she had not come. A voice
close by made her start-- a hand not only clasped hers, but held it
firmly for a moment. She looked up and said with a sudden impulse,
"Oh, Geoffrey! I am glad you are here." Then, with a burning blush,
she withdrew her hand from Hammond's.
"Can I help you?" he asked. His heart was beating fast; her words were
tingling in his ears, but his tone was quiet. "Can I help you?" he
repeated. "Here is a seat." He pulled a chair from behind a curtain,
and Maggie dropped into it.
"Something is wrong," she said; "something dreadful has happened."
"May I know what it is?"
"I don't think I have any right to tell you.
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