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"
I
think
so
,
"
replied
the
sheriff
,
curiously
nervous
,
but
agreeable
,
anxious
to
please
.
"
I
do
n't
think
that
anything
will
come
up
that
will
make
me
want
him
earlier
.
If
it
does
I
'll
let
you
know
,
and
you
can
produce
him
.
I
do
n't
think
so
,
though
,
Mr.
Steger
;
I
think
everything
will
be
all
right
.
"
They
were
once
more
in
the
main
hall
now
.
"
Glad
to
have
seen
you
again
,
Mr.
Steger
--
very
glad
,
"
he
added
.
"
Call
again
some
day
.
"
Waving
the
sheriff
a
pleasant
farewell
,
he
hurried
on
his
way
to
Cowperwood
's
house
.
You
would
not
have
thought
,
seeing
Cowperwood
mount
the
front
steps
of
his
handsome
residence
in
his
neat
gray
suit
and
well-cut
overcoat
on
his
return
from
his
office
that
evening
,
that
he
was
thinking
that
this
might
be
his
last
night
here
.
His
air
and
walk
indicated
no
weakening
of
spirit
.
He
entered
the
hall
,
where
an
early
lamp
was
aglow
,
and
encountered
"
Wash
"
Sims
,
an
old
negro
factotum
,
who
was
just
coming
up
from
the
basement
,
carrying
a
bucket
of
coal
for
one
of
the
fireplaces
.
"
Mahty
cold
out
,
dis
evenin
'
,
Mistah
Coppahwood
,
"
said
Wash
,
to
whom
anything
less
than
sixty
degrees
was
very
cold
.
His
one
regret
was
that
Philadelphia
was
not
located
in
North
Carolina
,
from
whence
he
came
.
"
'
Tis
sharp
,
Wash
,
"
replied
Cowperwood
,
absentmindedly
.
He
was
thinking
for
the
moment
of
the
house
and
how
it
had
looked
,
as
he
came
toward
it
west
along
Girard
Avenue
--
what
the
neighbors
were
thinking
of
him
,
too
,
observing
him
from
time
to
time
out
of
their
windows
.
It
was
clear
and
cold
.
The
lamps
in
the
reception-hall
and
sitting-room
had
been
lit
,
for
he
had
permitted
no
air
of
funereal
gloom
to
settle
down
over
this
place
since
his
troubles
had
begun
.
In
the
far
west
of
the
street
a
last
tingling
gleam
of
lavender
and
violet
was
showing
over
the
cold
white
snow
of
the
roadway
.
The
house
of
gray-green
stone
,
with
its
lighted
windows
,
and
cream-colored
lace
curtains
,
had
looked
especially
attractive
.
He
had
thought
for
the
moment
of
the
pride
he
had
taken
in
putting
all
this
here
,
decorating
and
ornamenting
it
,
and
whether
,
ever
,
he
could
secure
it
for
himself
again
.
"
Where
is
your
mistress
?
"
he
added
to
Wash
,
when
he
bethought
himself
.
"
In
the
sitting-room
,
Mr.
Coppahwood
,
ah
think
.
"
Cowperwood
ascended
the
stairs
,
thinking
curiously
that
Wash
would
soon
be
out
of
a
job
now
,
unless
Mrs.
Cowperwood
,
out
of
all
the
wreck
of
other
things
,
chose
to
retain
him
,
which
was
not
likely
.
He
entered
the
sitting-room
,
and
there
sat
his
wife
by
the
oblong
center-table
,
sewing
a
hook
and
eye
on
one
of
Lillian
,
second
's
,
petticoats
.
She
looked
up
,
at
his
step
,
with
the
peculiarly
uncertain
smile
she
used
these
days
--
indication
of
her
pain
,
fear
,
suspicion
--
and
inquired
,
"
Well
,
what
is
new
with
you
,
Frank
?
"
Her
smile
was
something
like
a
hat
or
belt
or
ornament
which
one
puts
on
or
off
at
will
.
"
Nothing
in
particular
,
"
he
replied
,
in
his
offhand
way
,
"
except
that
I
understand
I
have
lost
that
appeal
of
mine
.
Steger
is
coming
here
in
a
little
while
to
let
me
know
.
I
had
a
note
from
him
,
and
I
fancy
it
's
about
that
.
"
He
did
not
care
to
say
squarely
that
he
had
lost
.
He
knew
that
she
was
sufficiently
distressed
as
it
was
,
and
he
did
not
care
to
be
too
abrupt
just
now
.
