"She is up-stairs. I will go see--"
"No, _we_ will go see. I particularly desire to take her unawares."
Ransom offered no objection. Perhaps he felt interested in the experiment
himself. Together they left the room, together they went up-stairs. A
turmoil of questions followed them from the throng of men and boys
gathered in the halls, but they returned no answer and curiosity remained
unsatisfied.
Once in the hall above, Ransom stopped a moment to deliberate. He could
not enter Anitra's room unannounced, and he could not make her hear by
knocking. He must find the landlady.
He knew Mrs. Deo's room. He had had more than one occasion to visit it
during the last two days. With a word of explanation to Hazen, he passed
down the hall and tapped on the last door at the extreme left. No one
answered, but the door standing ajar, he pushed it quietly open, being
anxious to make sure that Mrs. Deo was not there.
The next moment he was beckoning to Hazen.
"Look!" said he, holding the door open with one hand and pointing with
the other to a young girl sitting on a low stool by the window, mending,
or trying to mend, a rent in her skirt.
"Why, that's Georgian!" exclaimed Hazen, and hastily entering he
approached the anxious figure laboriously pushing her needle in and out
of the torn goods, and pricking herself more than once in the attempt.
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