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Scarcely
had
they
met
when
the
Telegraph
Avenue
car
came
along
and
stopped
to
take
on
a
crowd
of
afternoon
shoppers
.
Mrs
.
Higginbotham
divined
from
the
grip
on
her
arm
as
he
helped
her
on
,
that
he
was
not
going
to
follow
her
.
She
turned
on
the
step
and
looked
down
upon
him
.
His
haggard
face
smote
her
to
the
heart
again
.
"
Ain
’
t
you
comin
’
?
"
she
asked
The
next
moment
she
had
descended
to
his
side
.
"
I
’
m
walking
—
exercise
,
you
know
,
"
he
explained
.
"
Then
I
’
ll
go
along
for
a
few
blocks
,
"
she
announced
.
"
Mebbe
it
’
ll
do
me
good
.
I
ain
’
t
ben
feelin
’
any
too
spry
these
last
few
days
.
"
Martin
glanced
at
her
and
verified
her
statement
in
her
general
slovenly
appearance
,
in
the
unhealthy
fat
,
in
the
drooping
shoulders
,
the
tired
face
with
the
sagging
lines
,
and
in
the
heavy
fall
of
her
feet
,
without
elasticity
—
a
very
caricature
of
the
walk
that
belongs
to
a
free
and
happy
body
.
"
You
’
d
better
stop
here
,
"
he
said
,
though
she
had
already
come
to
a
halt
at
the
first
corner
,
"
and
take
the
next
car
.
"
"
My
goodness
!
—
if
I
ain
’
t
all
tired
a
’
ready
!
"
she
panted
.
"
But
I
’
m
just
as
able
to
walk
as
you
in
them
soles
.
They
’
re
that
thin
they
’
ll
bu
’
st
long
before
you
git
out
to
North
Oakland
.
"
"
I
’
ve
a
better
pair
at
home
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
Come
out
to
dinner
to
-
morrow
,
"
she
invited
irrelevantly
.
"
Mr
.
Higginbotham
won
’
t
be
there
.
He
’
s
goin
’
to
San
Leandro
on
business
.
"
