o you know?{~HORIZONTAL ELLIPSIS~} I've made a discovery," she told him. "I haven't any
conscience. I slept peacefully nearly all day, and when I waked up I
considered the matter carefully {~HORIZONTAL ELLIPSIS~} I don't believe that I have any proper
appreciation of the enormity of what I've done at all. I have always
thought that if anything like this ever happened to me I would go off and
chloroform myself, but as a matter of fact I have no such intention {~HORIZONTAL ELLIPSIS~} of
course, though, it was not my fault in the least. You're so terrible!{~HORIZONTAL ELLIPSIS~} I
simply couldn't help myself, and I don't see what I can do now {~HORIZONTAL ELLIPSIS~} that's
comforting. But one thing is certain. We've got to be awfully careful.
Thank Heaven, mother and Gordon are still in Florida and they won't dare
to come North on Gordon's account until it gets a good deal warmer. But we
must be careful. I'm not sorry, like I should be, but I sure am scared.{~HORIZONTAL ELLIPSIS~}"

They sat for a long time after the meal, Ramon smoking a cigar, their
knees touching under the table. He was filled with a vast contentment. He
thought nothing of the troubled past, nor did he look into the obviously
troubled future. He merely basked in the consciousness of a possession
infinitely sweet.

Now began for them a life of clandestine adventure. Julia had a good many
engagements, but she managed to give him some part of every day. They
never met in the hotel, but usually took taxicabs separately and met in
out-of-the-way parts of that great free wilderness of city. Ramon spent
most of the time when he was not with her exploring for suitable meeting
places. They became patrons of cellar restaurants in Greenwich Village, of
French and Italian places far down town, of obscure Brooklyn hotels. If
the regular fare at these establishments was not all they desired, Ramon
would lavishly bribe the head waiter, call the proprietor into
consultation if necessary, insist on getting what Julia wanted. He spent
his money like a millionaire, and usually created the general impression
that he was a wealthy foreigner. Every morning he had flowers sent to
Julia's room. Often they would take a taxi and spend hours riding about
the streets with the blinds drawn, locked in each others' arms.

For a week they were keenly, excitedly happy, living wholly in the joy of
the moment. Then a flaw appeared upon the glowing perfect surface of their
happiness.

"W