"Why, you'll be together for _two days_!" shrieked Jean. "For goodness'
sake, look at your reservations, and see if you're in the same car!"
George Mason pulled out his tickets. "We're in a boudoir car all the
way," he said. "We start in one called 'Elena.' After Chicago we're in
'Alvarado.'" Knight followed suit, not ungraciously, though without
enthusiasm. Annesley's heart was tapping like a hammer in her breast. She
felt giddy. There was a mist before her eyes; yet she saw clearly enough
to see that there were two railway tickets, alike in every way, even to
what seemed their extraordinary length. A flashing glance gave her the
name of the last station, at the end. It was in Texas.
And their two staterooms were also in "Elena" and "Alvarado."
CHAPTER XXIII
THE THIN WALL
"How _dared_ he buy a ticket for me all the way to Texas!" Annesley asked
herself. "But I might have known how it would be," she thought. "Why
expect a man like him to keep a promise?"
Yet she _had_ expected it. She constantly found herself expecting to find
truth and greatness in the man who was a thief--who had been a thief for
half his life.
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