Behind the plateglass windows of
the department stores she noticed the tempting display of dresses and
dress-materials that had fired her imagination on the day when she and
Harney had looked in at them together. They reminded her of Mr. Royall's
injunction to go out and buy all she needed. She looked down at her
shabby dress, and wondered what she should say when he saw her coming
back empty-handed. As she drew near the hotel she saw him waiting on the
doorstep, and her heart began to beat with apprehension.
He nodded and waved his hand at her approach, and they walked through
the hall and went upstairs to collect their possessions, so that Mr.
Royall might give up the key of the room when they went down again for
their midday dinner. In the bedroom, while she was thrusting back into
the satchel the few things she had brought away with her, she suddenly
felt that his eyes were on her and that he was going to speak. She stood
still, her half-folded night-gown in her hand, while the blood rushed up
to her drawn cheeks.
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