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away, leaving the tall young man staring after her for
a second or two. Then he gave Turgts a nod and hurried
away.

Turgis saw them turn in at the gate. He heard the
young man's short gruff laugh and then an exclamation
of some sort followed by a little trill from Lena. The
door closed behind them, and it might have been banged
to in his face. For several minutes he never moved.
Then he slowly walked past the house, and, looking up,
saw the light in the window above, in that room where
she had given him supper and danced with him and
kissed him. For a moment, he thought wildly of march-
ing up there, striding in and demanding to know this
and that; but he knew there was no sense in that, for
not only was the tall young man there, but also Mr.
Golspie himself might be there. He crossed the road,
turned to look at the lighted window again, stared at it
until at last it was nothing but a vague crimson blur,
then walked away, his shoulders humped in misery.

"Yersh," said Mr. Pelumpton, as he shuffled into the
conjugal bedroom, three-quarters of an hour later, "e'sh
jusht come in, proper blue look on 'im, too. No, I didn't
arshk 'im where 'e'd been. I like ter get a shivil arnsher
when I arshksh a man a shivil queshen, I do. 'Leave
you alone, boy/ I shaysh to myself. 'You go your way
an' I go mine. Yersh.' What you shay, Mother?"

"I say it's a pity, too," replied Mrs. Pelumpton, above
the bed-clothes. "Worries me, it does, to see a quiet
young feller goin' the wrong way like that. Ts got a
nasty broodin' look. And if you want my opinion, 'e's
got 'imself into trouble with some girl—one of these
flappers, as they call 'em. My words, I'd give 'em flapper
if I'd anything to do with 'em!"