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 There was considerable commotion on the car, Frost caught her arm:

"Wait a moment, until they put that drunken brute off."

Suddenly, Cherokee wrenched herself away, and stepped quickly, unassisted, to the street.

In front of her was the man they had assisted from the car. A gentle arm was passed through his:

"Come, Robert, we will go home together."

She never looked back, although Willard Frost stood and watched them, a mingled smile of pity and triumph upon his sinister face.