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Fawcett and Company and asked for Mr. Caldwell.
"Mr. Caldwell's not here any longer," said the girl.
"Serves me right," said Ann to herself. "Can you tell me where I can find him?" she asked, wondering how it was that one so miserable could still speak in such a pleasant and apparently unconcerned tone of voice.
The Fawcett operator switched her to another wire.
"I'm sorry," said a stenographer, "Mr. Fawcett left here about two weeks ago. He's got a job out of town—in Boston, I think. I can find out for you in the morning if you'll call again."
"Never mind," said Ann.
She had a horror of facing Mr. Sikes in her present wretchedness, so before she went home she wrote him a note, resigning her job, and asking permission to leave as soon as possible.
The next day she had to nerve herself to face his protests, and the friendly remarks of all the staff when the news spread. It was a hideous ordeal, but she managed to get through it smiling. But by evening she was inwardly a wreck. In her present mood, she had an instinctive longing to revisit the shabby little restaurant where she and