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"You will have to stay here a few minutes," he told her, "until—er"
"I understand," she told him in a choking tone.
Hickey awkwardly handed her the glass. She sipped mechanically.
"I have a cab below," continued Maitland. "And I'll try to arrange it so that we can get out of the building without having to force a way through the crowd."
She thanked him with a glance.
"There's th' freight elevator," suggested Hickey helpfully.
"Thank you. … Is there anything I can do for you, anything you wish?" continued Maitland to the girl, standing between her and the detective.
She lifted her face to his and shook her head, very gently. "No," she breathed through trembling lips. "You—you've been" But there was a sob in her throat, and she hung her head again.
"Not a word," ordered Maitland. "Sit here for a few minutes, if you can, drink the water and—ah
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