Here it is: it will show the individuality of the machine to an
expert."
"You wonderful girl!" he murmured simply. She protested, "Don't
tease me. I have watched you and am learning some of your simple
but complete methods of working. I understand you better than
you think."
"Go on with your story," and Shirley was uncomfortable, although
he knew not why.
"That is the end of my tale of woe. The kitchen being open, I
took advantage of the dumb-waiter, as you already know. It's
fortunate that waiter is dumb, for it must have many lurid
confessions to make. I never saw such an interminable shaft; it
seemed higher than the Eiffel Tower. See how I blistered my
hands on the rope, letting myself down."
She opened her palms, showing the red souvenirs of the coarse
strands. Almost unconsciously she placed her soft fingers within
Shirley's for a brief instant. She quickly drew them away,
sensing a blush beneath the cosmetics, glad that he could not
detect it. That gentle contact thrilled Shirley again, even as
the dear memory of the tired cheek against his shoulder, during
the automobile trip of the previous night.
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