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A MONTH later he hurried home one day from work. It was Saturday noon, and a half-holiday for him.
She was finishing her luncheon. The light in the half-darkened dining-room seemed to him mysterious and cool as he came in from the street outside.
She looked up in surprise. “You are home early!”
He glanced at her plate. “Through luncheon?”
“Almost—Do you want something?”
“No. I’ve had mine—Let’s go off somewhere!”
In ten minutes she was ready and they left the house. He tucked the key in his vest pocket and they hurried across the lawn to catch an outgoing car.