Somehow she had no real belief that he had transferred his affections to
her dissimilar sister-in-law, but her interest in Gora was growing. She
wanted to know her better.
Besides, although she had often invited her to tea on her free afternoons,
and to dinner whenever possible, and had occasionally dropped in to see her
while she was still in the hospital, she had never called on her in her
home. As Gora only slept there after a killing day's or night's work,
visitors were anything but welcome; nevertheless she felt that she had been
negligent, rude--three years!--and as Gora was not on a case for a day or
two, now was the time to atone.
Moreover, she had never been out quite alone at night, except to run down
the avenue and across the street to Aileen's. It was a long way down to
Geary Street, and Fillmore Street at night was "tough." Mortimer would be
furious.
She hastily changed her dinner gown to a plain walking suit of black tweed
and pinned on a close hat firmly, prepared to defy the wind and thoroughly
to enjoy her little adventure. Not since she had stolen out to go to
forbidden parties with Aileen had she felt such a sense of altogether
reprehensible elation.
CHAPTER VI
I
Fillmore Street, its low-browed shops dark, but with great arcs of white
lights spanning the streets that ran east and west, long shafts of yellow
light shining across the sidewalk from the restaurants, the candy stores
and the nicolodeons--where the pianola tinkled plaintively--was thronged
with saunterers.
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