Let me see Theodore on the way----"
Fenger's fingers closed about her wrist. Fanny got to her
feet angrily. They glared at each other a moment. Then the
humor of the picture they must be making struck Fanny. She
began to laugh. Fenger's glare became a frown. He turned
abruptly and left the office. Fanny looked down at her
wrist ruefully. Four circlets of red marked its smooth
whiteness. She laughed again, a little uncertainly this
time.
When she got home that night she found, in her mail, a
letter for Theodore, postmarked Vienna, and stamped with the
mark of the censor. Theodore had given her his word of
honor that he would not write Olga, or give her his address.
Olga was risking Fanny's address. She stood looking at the
letter now. Theodore was coming in for dinner, as he did
five nights out of the week. As she stood in the hallway,
she heard the rattle of his key in the lock. She flew down
the hall and into her bedroom, her letters in her hand. She
opened her dressing table drawer and threw them into it,
switched on the light and turned to face Theodore in the
doorway.
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