With a last imploring glance toward Madam, to see if there was no relenting, or if she would not suggest some easier way, "'cause she knows all 'b-bout honor an' such p-pl-plag-UEY things,"-yet finding none, he dragged himself to the side door, fumbled a moment with the latch, and went out.
"The Brass Bound Box"
Evelyn Raymond
