"Now I'll tell you, lady," said the man to whom she had first spoken,
in the voice that deals with what has to be dealt with carefully, "you
just let me give you your money back, then you won't have the feeling
that you've been cheated." He put his hand in his pocket.
"I don't want my money back!" cried Laura. "I--want to see what you left
out!"
"Well, I'll tell you what I'll do," proposed the young man, taking his
cue from the older one. "I'll tell you just exactly what happened in the
part that was left out."
"I know exactly what happened," cut in Laura. "I--I want to _see_--what
happened."
It was a cry from so deep that they didn't know what to do.
"Won't you do it for me?" she begged of the young man, going up to him.
"What you left out--won't you show it for me--_now_?"
He just stood there staring at her.
"It means--! It--" But how could she tell them what it meant? She looked
from one to the other, as if to see what chance there was of their doing
it without knowing what it meant. When she couldn't keep sobs back, she
turned away.
Even in her room at the hotel she had to try to keep from crying. She
could hear the man moving around in the next room--so he, of course,
could hear her, too. It was all as it was in the pictures--people
crowded together, and all of it something that seemed life and really
wasn't.
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