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Chapter 31

           ScarcelyhadtheymetwhentheTelegraphAvenuecarcamealongandstoppedtotakeonacrowdofafternoonshoppers. Mrs.Higginbothamdivinedfromthegriponherarmashehelpedheron,thathewasnotgoingtofollowher. Sheturnedonthestepandlookeddownuponhim. Hishaggardfacesmotehertotheheartagain. 

           "Ain’tyoucomin’?"sheasked 

           Thenextmomentshehaddescendedtohisside. 

           "I’mwalkingexercise,youknow,"heexplained. 

           "ThenI’llgoalongforafewblocks,"sheannounced. "Mebbeit’lldomegood. Iain’tbenfeelin’anytoosprytheselastfewdays." 

           Martinglancedatherandverifiedherstatementinhergeneralslovenlyappearance,intheunhealthyfat,inthedroopingshoulders,thetiredfacewiththesagginglines,andintheheavyfallofherfeet,withoutelasticityaverycaricatureofthewalkthatbelongstoafreeandhappybody. 

           "You’dbetterstophere,"hesaid,thoughshehadalreadycometoahaltatthefirstcorner,"andtakethenextcar." 

           "Mygoodness!ifIain’talltireda’ready!"shepanted. "ButI’mjustasabletowalkasyouinthemsoles. They’rethatthinthey’llbu’stlongbeforeyougitouttoNorthOakland." 

           "I’veabetterpairathome,"wastheanswer. 

           "Comeouttodinnerto-morrow,"sheinvitedirrelevantly. "Mr.Higginbothamwon’tbethere. He’sgoin’toSanLeandroonbusiness." 

           Martinshookhishead,buthehadfailedtokeepbackthewolfish,hungrylookthatleaptintohiseyesatthesuggestionofdinner. 

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