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n't want to sink slowly down into the trough of old age and mediocrity. I'm going." "When?" She laughed. "Oh, the day of execution isn't set. I want to get my house in order." "How are you going?" "I don't know. They're all rather ugly. I wanted you to have directions. I want you sent for." "Why did you select me?" curiously. "Because I thought you would understand." He walked up and down the room, his tall head bent, his eyes on the floor. She watched him absently, her mind far away. He roused her by stopping before her. "I do understand. I offer no opposition. You're of age, you know what you want. I make you a counter proposition. We will call a taxi, go to the courthouse, get a license and be married. We will spend six months together, as partners only. We each go on with our own work, but we share our problems and our pleasures. At the end of the six months, if you still want to go, I'll help you." She stared at him, utterly aghast. "But I--I hardly know you!" "You said you'd rather marry a stranger than a man you were merely fond of--so would I. I've felt this loneliness you speak of. I'd like to make this experiment. We are neither of us handicapped by sentiment--we start even." "But you don't like me--much." "Enough. As well as you like me. You're a good gambler. Get your hat and come along." "Six months! What difference will it make in a thousand years?" she questioned. "None." She stood on tiptoe, her two hands on his shoulders, and looked long into his eyes. He looked into hers frankly. In the end she nodded, went into the other room, came back at once, in hat and furs. "It's a new kind of suicide," she smiled, "come on." II In the cab a sort of terror of this madness came upon Bob. She glanced at this strange man beside her as if she had never seen him before. His handsome, aquiline profile was toward her as he gazed at the crowds passing. What was in his mind? Was he, too, longing to run? "It's getting colder. People are scurrying," he said casually. She steadied at his calm tone. A new courage, a new sense of adventure began to stir in her. They said very little on the drive; in fact, except for necessary questions they were almost entirely silent until they walked out of the courthouse, man and wife. Trent put her into the cab, gave an order, and got in after her. She looked at him intently: so much depended on these first few minutes. "Well, part
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