"Come, Brady, let us go; I want some fresh air," said Flint, when the excitement had subsided and another convert had begun his sing-song confession and adjuration.
"Go, then," answered his friend; "I shall wait to the end. I am going to walk home with Miss Costello. Yes," he went on, in response to his [Pg 322] friend's questioning glance, "it's to-night or never."
"Then I won't wait," said Flint; "only come in to-morrow and tell me how you fared."
It was with a feeling of exultation that Flint found himself again on the street. "How grewsome it would have been," he thought, "to be carried off in a job lot like that! I can imagine nothing worse, except perhaps to be killed in a crush at a bargain-counter."
CHAPTER XX
THE UNFORESEEN
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