"You must be bigger than all these hampering circumstances;
bigger than the little moralities, if need be. You can be, Evan; you've
given splendid proof of it thus far, and I'm proud--just as proud as I
can be--"
Blount felt as if he could, joyously and entirely without scruple, have
brained young Gordon, to whom the next dance belonged, and who came just
at this climaxing moment to claim Patricia. But there was no help for
it, short of a cold-blooded and rather embarrassing deed of violence,
and the hard-won confidence ended pretty much where it had begun.
When he left the Gordon house, which was far out in the northeastern
residence suburb, Blount meant to go directly to the hotel and to bed.
He had been losing much sleep in the activities of the campaign, and the
loss was beginning to tell upon him. But as the trolley-car was passing
the Temple Court Building he made sure that he saw a dim light
illuminating the windows of his upper-floor office. With all his
suspicions of the morning reawakened, he dropped from the car, dashed
into the building, and took the all-night elevator for his office floor.
The sleepy elevator-man had to be shaken awake, and when he had set the
car in motion he let it run past the designated floor. Blount swore
impatiently, and instead of waiting to be carried back, darted out and
ran to the stairway.
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