A passerby noticed the sound and paused to look at the two sharply.
"Come, come," Farwell implored her; "we will arouse suspicion. Let us get
back to--to Boswell. I haven't much time, you see. I have promised Pine
to be back in ten days. Ten days!"
"You promised--Pine?"
"And you never knew?" Farwell gave an ugly laugh. "Well, I carried the
ball and chain without a whimper, I can say that for myself. Pine is my
ball and chain. Because he isn't all devil, because he knows I am not, he
went off to play on Wyland Island. You know they kill the devil there the
second week in June. Have you forgotten? Well, Pine has gone to take a
stab at satan, and I'm free--for ten days. Free!"
"And then?"
"And then I'm going back voluntarily, and--assume the ball and chain!"
"Master Farwell!"
"Do not pity me! It doesn't matter now. I only wanted to--settle with
Boswell. I've been in town--three days."
They were nearing the big apartment house; lights from the windows were
showing cheerily through the misty fog. A chill fear shook Priscilla as
she began to comprehend the meaning of Farwell's words.
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