"Yes," she continued, "you do not know it, but Craig Kennedy is
infatuated with you." She paused again, then added, "But he is
engaged to me."
Elaine stared at the woman. She was dazed. She could not believe
it.
"There is the ring," Flirty Florrie added indicating a very
impressive paste diamond.
Elaine frowned but said nothing. Her head was in a whirl. She
could not believe. Although Florrie was very much embarrassed, she
was quite as evidently very much wrought up. Quickly she reached
into her bag and drew out two photographs, without a word, handing
them to Elaine. Elaine took them reluctantly.
"There's the proof," Florrie said simply, choking a sob.
Elaine looked with a start. Sure enough, there was the neat living
room in the house on Prospect Avenue. In one picture Florrie had
her arms over Kennedy's shoulders. In the other, apparently, they
were passionately kissing.
Elaine slowly laid the photographs on the table.
"Please--please, Miss Dodge--give me back my lost love. You are
rich and beautiful--I am poor. I have only my good looks. But--I--
I love him--and he--loves me--and has promised to marry me."
Filled with wonder, and misgivings now, and quite as much
embarrassed at the woman's pleadings as the woman herself had
acted a moment before, Elaine tried to wave her off.
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