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Stevenson, Burton Egbert, 1872-1962

"The Gloved Hand"

Lester," she said. "May I?"
The colour deepened in her cheeks as she met my gaze, and I understood
what was in her heart. So did Godfrey.
"I'll have my car around in ten minutes," he said, and hastened away.
"I have only to put on my hat," said Miss Vaughan; and I found her
waiting for me in the library, when I entered it after arranging with
Simmonds and Goldberger to appear with me in the Tombs court and join
me in asking for Swain's release.
Godfrey's car came up the drive a moment later, and we were off.
The hour that followed was a silent one. Godfrey was soon sufficiently
occupied in guiding the car through the tangle of traffic. Miss
Vaughan leaned back in a corner of the tonneau lost in thought. It was
just six days since I had seen her first; but those six days had left
their mark upon her. Perhaps, in time, happiness would banish that
shadow from her eyes, and that tremulousness from her lips. Every
battle leaves its mark, even on the victor; and the battle she had
fought had been a desperate one. But, as I looked at her, she seemed
more complete, more desirable than she had ever been; I could only
hope that Swain would measure up to her.


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