CHAPTER XXVII.
The auction rooms on Barrington Street were full to overflowing. A stock of
goods was going under the hammer at ridiculously low prices, and among the
bidders Hugh McNeil was conspicuous. As he turned to speak to a friend, he
was much surprised to see Dexie Sherwood among the crowd. She was alone and
not a little frightened at finding herself jostled about, and she welcomed
Hugh with a smile as he made his way to her side.
"I am so glad to see you, Mr. McNeil. I was just wondering if I should be
able to get out of this alive."
"How did you happen to come here at all; curiosity, I suppose?" and he
smiled down into her face.
"Oh, no, indeed; I came on business, but I did not know what a hard time I
was going to have of it. I heard Mr. Gurney talking about this sale last
night, so I thought I might take advantage of it as well as the rest. I am
Commissary-General now, you know, so I am on the lookout for bargains in my
line," and she laughed softly.
"You want to bid for something, then; come and show me. Take my arm, so we
will not get separated in the crowd," and for the first time in her life
she placed her hand on Hugh's arm and followed his leading, and this
thought came to Dexie with added force as Hugh pressed the hand in token of
the pleasure granted him.
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