Geraldine Bonner,
The Girl at Central — Chapter V
(1915)
“ The three other men—the Doctor as white as death, too—stood staring at Reddy. And then, seeing those three faces, he burst out like he was crazy:"No—she's not—she can't be! I was there; I went the moment I got her message. I was on the turnpike where she said she'd be. I was up and down there most of the night. And—and——" he stopped suddenly and put his hands over his face, groaning, "Oh, my God, Sylvia—why didn't you tell me?"He lurched forward and dropped into a chair, his hands over his face, moaning like an animal in pain. ”
