The Breaking Point
Elizabeth Wheeler lives in a small town, sings in the church choir, and dreams of a man who will sweep her off her feet. Instead, she is thrust into a series of events beyond her control leading to passion, madness, betrayal, and ultimately, murder! Can she ever set thing right?
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He must be in his office now. The light's burning."
"I wish you wouldn't, Clare. He'd hate it if he knew."
She moved on and Clare slowly followed her. The Rossiter girl's flow of talk had suddenly stopped. She was thoughtful and impulsively suspicious.
"Look here, Elizabeth, I believe you care for him yourself."
"I? What is the matter with you to-night, Clare?"
"I'm just thinking. Your voice was so queer."
They walked on in silence. The flow of Clare's confidences had ceased, and her eyes were calculating and a trifle hard.
"There's a good bit of talk about him," she jerked out finally. "I suppose you've heard it."
"What sort of talk?"
"Oh, gossip. You'll hear it. Everybody's talking about it. It's doing him a lot of harm."
"I don't believe it," Elizabeth flared. "This town hasn't anything else to do, and so it talks. It makes me sick."
She did not attempt to analyze the twisted motives that made Clare belittle what she professed to
