She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. It was a habit she had taken from Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw attention. I know nothing about this affair, but some one has been burning documents. A remittance man. I wonder what it was. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul.
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