"No'm."
"Will you let me give you a note to someone who will feed you and take care of you to-night?
He shook his head violently.
"Then what can I do? Will you meet me here to-morrow?"
He wanted to cry. To-morrow she would not want to meet him; to-morrow she would think of him with bitterness and dislike. "Yes'm," he said.
"You'll surely come here?"
"Yes."
"I wouldn't let you go away—I'd take you with me now, only I don't want to make you not like me; I don't want to frighten you." She got up, holding out a five dollar bill to him. "Be sure you have a place to eat and sleep to-night."
He put the money in his pocket, standing up because she had. He hung his head and put one foot upon the other in embarrassment; he wanted her to kiss him and did not know how to ask. She reacted unconsciously to his desire.
