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ed from the girl's white fingers, she withdrew her hand, and slowly--very slowly--her head sank down, pillowed upon her arms. For some five minutes she cried silently; the sparrows, unheeded, bade her good night, and flew to their nests in the trees of the Square. Then, very resolutely, as if inspired by a settled purpose, she stood up and recrossed the corridor to her bedroom. She turned on the lamp above the dressing-table and rapidly removed the traces of her tears, contemplating in dismay a redness of her pretty nose which did not prove entirely amenable to treatment with the powder-puff. Finally, however, she switched off the light, and, going out on to the landing, descended to the door of Henry Leroux's flat. In reply to her ring, the maid, Ferris, opened the door. She wore her hat and coat, and beside her on the floor stood a tin trunk. "Why, Ferris!" cried Helen--"are you leaving?" "I am indeed, miss!" said the girl, independently. "But why? whatever will Mr. Leroux do?" "He'll have to do the best he can. Cook's goin' too!" "What! cook is going?" "I am!" announced a deep, female voice. And the cook appeared beside the maid. "But whatever--" began Helen; then, realizing that she could achieve no good end by such an attitude: "Tell Mr. Leroux," she instructed the maid, quietly, "that I wish to see him." Ferris glanced rapidly at her companion, as a man appeared on the landing, to inquire in an abysmal tone, if "them boxes was ready to be took?" Helen Cumberly forestalled an insolent refusal which the cook, by furtive wink, counseled to the housemaid. "Don't trouble," she said, with an easy dignity reminiscent of her father. "I will announce myself." She passed the servants, crossed the lobby, and rapped upon the study door. "Come in," said the voice of Henry Leroux. Helen opened the door. The place was in semidarkness, objects being but dimly discernible. Leroux sat in his usual seat at the writing-table. The room was in the utmost disorder, evidently having received no attention since its overhauling by the police. Helen pressed the switch, lighting the two lamps. Leroux, at last, seemed in his proper element: he exhibited an unhealthy pallor, and it was obvious that no razor had touched his chin for at least three days. His dark blue eyes the eyes of a dreamer--were heavy and dull, with shadows pooled below them. A biscuit-jar, a decanter and a syphon stood half buried in
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