It may be some one of whom I have never thought--who knows?
I've had such a quantity of lovers that I couldn't possibly keep the run
of them. However, as I'm dying to meet him again, whoever he is, I'll
take your advice and address him."
Miriam rose.
"That is well. And now I must be going. It is past three, and New York
streets will presently be astir. I have a long way to go, and no wish to
be seen."
"Miriam, stop. Can't I do anything to assist you? You are half starved,
I know: and so miserably clad. Do--do let me aid you?"
"Never!" the woman cried, "while you are beneath this roof. If ever you
settle down in a house of your own, and your husband permits you to aid
so disreputable a being as I am, I may listen to you. All you have now
belongs to Carl Walraven; and to offer me a farthing of Carl Walraven's
money is to offer me the deadliest of insults."
"How you hate him! how he must have wronged you!" Again that burning
blaze leaped into the woman's haggard eyes.
"Ay, girl! hate and wrong are words too poor and weak to express it. But
I bide my time--and it will surely come--when I will have my revenge.
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