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out of the way. But to deliberately, maliciously sentence her to five or six hours in this dreary waiting-room—well, that was unforgivable! Even if he had done it—for the reason he said—still it was very wrong of him. And yet, even that sin held the saving grace of courage and audacity. She had witnessed the leap from the moving train, had thrilled with horror at the sight, had stood rooted with anxiety until he had tumbled unscathed from the snowbank and then had unconcernedly turned her back to show him how utterly indifferent she was to his fate! Certainly, she reflected now, it must have taken a good deal of courage to risk neck and limb in that manner, and the fact that he had done it merely because he wanted to—well, to make her acquaintance, was flattering. On the whole, she wasn't sure that even this last and greatest sin might not be forgiven him in time. What annoyed her now was that the sinner apparently cared not a mite whether he was forgiven or not! It was
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