"It's good-bye--I think it's good-bye for good,
Lucy!"
"Good-bye! I do hope you'll have the most splendid trip." She gave
his hand a cordial little grip, then released it lightly. "Give my
love to your mother. Good-bye!"
He turned heavily away, and a moment later glanced back over his
shoulder. She had not gone on, but stood watching him, that same
casual, cordial smile on her face to the very last; and now, as he
looked back, she emphasized her friendly unconcern by waving her small
hand to him cheerily, though perhaps with the slightest hint of
preoccupation, as if she had begun to think of the errand that brought
her downtown.
In his mind, George had already explained her to his own poignant
dissatisfaction--some blond pup, probably, whom she had met during
that "perfectly gorgeous time!" And he strode savagely onward, not
looking back again.
But Lucy remained where she was until he was out of sight. Then she
went slowly into the drugstore which had struck George as a possible
source of stimulant for himself.
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