"She
is just like her father," she muttered. "At least she might show some
spirit and not be like a wooden thing, ending her first talk with a
lover with a laugh like that."
As for Margaret she stood in the darkness trembling with happiness.
She imagined herself going up the dark stairway to McGregor's office
in Van Buren Street where once she had gone to take him news of the
murder case--laying her hand upon his shoulder and saying, "Take me in
your arms and kiss me. I am your woman. I want to live with you. I am
ready to renounce my people and my world and to live your life for
your sake." Margaret, standing in the darkness before the huge old
house in Drexel Boulevard, imagined herself with Beaut McGregor--
living with him as his wife in a small apartment over a fish market on
a West Side street. Why a fish market she could not have said.
CHAPTER V
Edith Carson was six years older than McGregor and lived entirely
within herself. Hers was one of those natures that do not express
themselves in words. Although at his coming into the shop her heart
beat high no colour came to her cheeks and her pale eyes did not flash
back into his a message. Day after day she sat in her shop at work,
quiet, strong in her own kind of faith, ready to give her money, her
reputation, and if need be her life to the working out of her own
dream of womanhood.
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