Quincy divined the situation at once. Stepping into the hallway, he
closed the parlor door, and, turning to the woman, said, "How much?"
"Three dollars," replied the woman, "and it's cheap enough for--"
"A miserable little dark stuffy side room, without any heat, up three
flights, back," broke in Quincy, as he passed her the money.
The woman was breathless with astonishment and anger. Taking advantage
of this, Quincy opened the parlor door, first beckoning to the coachman
to come in and get the trunk.
"Miss Very, I presume?" said Quincy, as he advanced towards the young
lady on the sofa.
She arose as he approached, and answered, "Yes, sir."
"Come with me, please," said he, grasping the valise. She hesitated; he
understood why. "It's all right," he said, in a low tone. "I've settled
with the landlady, and you can settle with me any time."
"Thank you, so much," spoke a sweet voice from underneath the veil, and
the owner of it followed close behind him, and he handed her into the
carriage. As Quincy pulled the carriage door to, that of the lodging
house closed with a report like that of a pistol, and Mrs.
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