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 bother to pursue me; you would only waste your time and money. 2em

"The infernal cheek of him!" cried Armitage, hotly. "But I'll keep the letter in my pocket. Whenever I feel proud of myself I'll take it out and read it. I say, Miss Corrigan, if you'll take the old job back again, it's yours at any salary you say."

Miss Corrigan was twenty-eight; she had no illusions. She looked at Armitage thoughtfully. She knew that she could trust this man absolutely; but she was not sure of herself. A great moment had come into her drab life, and resolutely she closed the door upon it.

At length she shook her head. "Thank you, Mr. Armitage, but I'll keep the job I've got."

"I'm sorry," he said, quite oblivious to the little tragedy in her smile.