Quicksand
you‘ll know that what others don‘t know can‘t hurt you. I‘ll just tell Anne that you‘re a friend of mine whose mother‘s dead. That‘ll place you well enough and it‘s all true. I never tell lies. She can fill in the gaps to suit herself and anyone else curious enough to ask.”
“Thanks,” Helga said again. And so great was her gratitude that she reached out and took her new friend‘s slightly soiled hand in one of her own fastidious ones, and retained it until their cab turned into a pleasant tree-lined street and came to a halt before one of the dignified houses in the center of the block. Here they got out.
In after years Helga Crane had only to close her eyes to see herself standing apprehensively in the small cream-colored hall, the floor of which was covered with deep silver-hued carpet; to see Mrs. Hayes-Rore pecking the cheek of the tall slim creature beautifully dressed in a cool green tailored frock; to hear herself being introduced to “my niece, Mrs.-
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