Nighthawks Hopper

Nighthawks Hopper
Nude on the Beach
One Moment in Time
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　At 7 o'clock he had notreturned. No doubt the train was late. At 7.30 he still had not returned. Mrs. McCrae gavea sigh of vexation. She suspected that this was going to be another of these things. Eighto'clock came and no Canon. Mrs. McCrae gave a long,exasperated sigh. Soon, no doubt, she would get a telephone call, though it was quitewithin the bounds of possibility that there would not be even a telephone call. He mighthave written to her. No doubt he had written, but he had probably omitted to post theletter.
　　"Dear, dear!" saidMrs. McCrae.
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　　At 9 o'clock she madeherself three pancakes with the pancake batter. The sole she put carefully away in theFrigidaire. "I wonder where the good man's got to now," she said to herself. She knew byexperience that he might be an
　　ere. The odds were that he would discover his mistake intime to telegraph her or telephone her before she retired to bed. "I shall sit up until 11 o'clock but no longer,"said Mrs. McCrae. Ten-thirty was her bed-time, an extension to elevenshe considered her duty, but if at eleven there was nothing, no word from the Canon, thenMrs. McCrae would duly lock up the house and betake herself to bed.