CUPID EN ROUTE
"In this—this place!" She glanced disdainfully around at the empty benches and the cracked walls and the white-washed stove. "Well, I suppose if I must wait, I must. Please telegraph to the conductor to tell my party that I am all right and will get to Quebec at—what time, Agent?"
"Nine-thirty, madame. Yes, madame at once, instantly. Have no care; all shall be done." The agent smiled ingratiatingly through the window, but if he hoped to win thanks or commendation he was disappointed for the girl turned away with a shrug of her shoulders and crossed to the stove where she placed one small foot on the rail, turning her damp shoe from side to side and apparently forgetting the presence of both the agent and Wade.
"Tell the conductor to look after my things in Section Five," he instructed the agent. "I suppose he'd better leave them with the agent at Levis and I'll get them when I reach there."
"Certainly, monsieur, certainly. And
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