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470 "He is gone!" she whispered at last. "He would go at once. He would not see me again. I should think he never would want to see me any more. But I will want to see him! My soul! I want him now! I want him every minute! He is all I have. And I've sent him away! Oh, these dreadful days to come, alone! I can't bear it. Hart! Hart!" she cried aloud. "I want you! No one cares but you. No one understands but you. Oh, I want you!" She sprang from her bed and felt her way to her desk. "Get me someone at the Henderson cottage," she said to Central, and waited shivering. "They don't answer." "They are there! You must get them. Turn on the buzzer." After a time the sleepy voice of Mrs. Henderson answered. "Has Hart gone?" panted Edith Carr. "No! He came in late and began to talk about starting to California. He hasn't slept in weeks to amount to anything. I put him to bed. There is time enough to start to California when he wakens. Edith, what are you planning to do next with that boy of mine?" "Will you tell him I want to see him before he goes?" "Yes, but I won't wake him." "I don't want you to. Just tell him in the morning." "Very well." "You will be sure?" "Sure!" Hart was not gone. Edith fell asleep. She arose at