Arthur B. Reeve

Arthur B. Reeve

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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve,  Constance Dunlap — Chapter 1 (1913)

“ The words fell on Carlton with his new and deeper love for her like a death sentence. It had never entered his mind that they were to be separated now. Dissolve their partnership in crime? To him it seemed as if they had just begun to live since that night when they had at last understood each other. And it had come to this—separation.
"A man can always shift for himself better if he has no impediments," she said, speaking rapidly as if to bolster up her own resolution. "A woman is always an impediment in a crisis like this."
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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve,  Constance Dunlap — Chapter 1 (1913)

“ And yet she held him in check in spite of himself.
"Take enough to last a few months," she added hastily. "Give me the rest. I can hide it and take care of myself. Even if they trace me I can get off. A woman can always do that more easily than a man. Don't worry about me. Go somewhere, start a new life. If it takes years, I will wait. Let me know where you are. We can find some way in which I can come back into your life. No, no,"—Carlton had caught her passionately in his arms—"even that cannot weaken me. The die is cast. We must go."
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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve,  Constance Dunlap — Chapter 1 (1913)

“ Is there no way that you could avoid discovery just for a time? Carlton, you—we are cornered. Is there no desperate chance?"
He shook his head sadly.
Her eyes wandered momentarily about the studio, until they rested on an easel. On it stood a water color on which she had been working, trying to put into it some of the feeling which she would never have put into words for him. On the walls of the apartment were pen and ink sketches, scores of little things which she had done for her own amusement. She bit her lip as an idea flashed through her mind.
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