SANCTUARY
"Not to me," he returned. "I had n't seen Darrow's then."
There was a long silence. Mrs. Peyton sat with her eyes fixed on her clasped hands, and her son paced the room restlessly.
"Are they so wonderful?" she asked at length.
"Yes."
She paused again, and then said, lifting a tremulous glance to his face: "That makes his offer all the more beautiful."
Dick was lighting another cigarette, and his face was turned from her. "Yes—I suppose so," he said in a low tone.
"They were quite finished, he told me," she continued, unconsciously dropping her voice to the pitch of his.
"Yes."
"Then they will be entered, I suppose?"
"Of course—why not?" he answered almost sharply.
"Shall you have time to attend to all
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