Tales of the City Room
time that dreary possibility began to put on the guise of the probable.
As she turned toward Broadway she heard quick steps beside her and glanced up with a smile, expecting to see the sympathetic face of the woman in black. Instead, she looked into a pair of dark gray eyes under heavy brows which almost met over a sharply aquiline nose. She saw an immaculate silk hat raised, and became at the same time aware that this very handsome, well-dressed stranger was speaking to her.
"Good-evening," said that individual, with genial coolness.
"Good-evening," replied Miss Imboden, with indecision.
The erect military figure beside her adapted his step to hers and walked on by her side like an old acquaintance.
"May I ask where you are going?" he said.
His voice had the quiet interest and assured tone of a friendship which warranted the question. Miss Imboden, who appreciated the artistic, appreciated it even in these trying circumstances. She hesitated a moment then let herself drift with the tide.
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