"
Phoebe shuddered; but she said, bravely, "Well, tell THEM you have been
a-courting. There was a time I'd have died sooner than see a hair of
your head hurt; but it is all over now; you have worn me out."
Then she began to cry.
Falcon heaved a deep sigh. "It is no more than I deserve," said he.
"I'll pack up my things, and go with the officer. Give me one kind word
at parting, and I'll think of it in my prison, night and day."
He withdrew from the window with another deep sigh, told Cartwright,
cheerfully, it was all right, and proceeded to pack up his traps.
Meantime Phoebe sat at her window and cried bitterly. Her words had been
braver than her heart.
Falcon managed to pay the trifle he owed for the lodgings, and presently
he came out with Cartwright, and the attendant called a cab. His things
were thrown in, and Cartwright invited him to follow. Then he looked up,
and cast a genuine look of terror and misery at Phoebe. He thought she
would have relented before this.
Her heart gave way; I am afraid it would, even without that piteous and
mute appeal. She opened the window, and asked Mr. Cartwright if he would
be good enough to come and speak to her.
Cartwright committed his prisoner to the subordinate, and knocked at the
door of Phoebe's lodgings.
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