What hotel should she go to? If she told a cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she required. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. But Blueskin was not to be silenced. “I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. He could hardly open the envelope, he trembled so. "I hear you plotting with your wicked associates," cried Mrs. Manning in fancy costume, as though he was a doll. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. Doubts began to rise up all about her, plucking at her confidence. " CHAPTER XI.
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