She was
captured by the excitement in which she had moved during the past month
--far more now than she had been in all the fight itself.
There came a knock at the outer door, and before that of her own room
opened, she recognized the step of the visitor. So it was Tarboe had
come. He remembered that day in the street when he met Junia, and was
shown there were times when a woman could not be approached with emotion.
He had waited till the day he knew she was alone, for he had made a
friend of her servant by judicious gifts of money.
"I hope you're glad to see me," he said with an uncertain smile, as he
saw her surprise.
"I hope I am," she replied, and motioned him to a seat. He chose a high-
backed chair with a wide seat near the lounge. He made a motion of
humorous dissent to her remark, and sat down.
"Well, we pulled it off somehow, didn't we?" she said. "Carnac Grier is
M.P."
"And his foe is in his grave," remarked Tarboe dryly. "Providence pays
debts that ought to be paid. This election has settled a lot of things,"
she returned with a smile.
"I suppose it has, and I've come here to try and find one of the
settlements."
"Well, find them," she retorted.
"I said one of the settlements only. I have to be accurate in my life."
"I'm glad to hear of it. You helped Mr. Grier win his election. It was
splendid of you. Think of it, Mr.
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