How he's pulled himself away
from it and he didn't have anybody on earth to help him till I come
along. What do you women folks know about how a strong man like him
fights Satan? I've seen him walk the floor all night and win, and I've
seen him after he's given in, suffer sorrow and hate of himself like a
man the Almighty's forgot. That's why he's so good, because he sins
and then suffers for it."
As Jonas' husky voice subsided, a sudden gleam of tears shone in
Diana's eyes.
"I'll send him a note, Jonas, and wait here for the answer. If that
doesn't bring him, I'll go after him myself."
"The note'll bring him," said Jonas, "and he'll give me thunder for
telling."
"Let me have a pencil and get me some paper from the news-stand." She
wrote rapidly.
"Dear Mr. Huntingdon:
"I must see you at once on urgent business. I am in the railway
station. Could you come to me here?
"DIANA ALLEN."
Jonas all but snatched the note and dashed away. Enoch was scowling at
the cards before him when Jonas thrust the note into his hand. Enoch
stared at the address, laid the cards down slowly, and read the note.
"All right, gentlemen," he said quietly. "I've had my fun! Good
night!" He took his hat from Jonas and strode out of the room.
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