Minturn. "No, the little soul has been out there a long
time alone, her mother had better go alone and see how it is."
She entered the car, gave her order and sank back against the seat. When
the car stopped, she descended and found the gates guarding the doors of
the onyx vault locked. She pushed her flowers between the bars, dropping
them before the doors, then wearily sank on the first step, leaning her
head against the gate, trying to think, but she could not. Near dawn her
driver spoke to her.
"It's almost morning," he said. "You've barely time to reach home before
the city will be stirring."
She paid no attention, so at last he touched her.
"You, Weston?" she asked.
"Yes, Madam," he said. "I'm afraid for you. I ventured to come closer than
you said. Excuse me."
"Thank you Weston," she answered.
"Let me drive you home now, Madam," he begged.
"Just where would you take me if you were taking me home, Weston?"
"Where we came from," he replied.
"Do you think that has ever been a home, Weston?"
"I have thought it the finest home in Multiopolis, Madam," said the driver
in surprise.
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